Perhaps changed most of all out of all of the packs is this place. It was stripped out of its forested home and now instead lays at the edge of an ocean. The vast sparkling eternity of the water lays to the south of the land, while the rest of the land is made of rocky outjuttings. Gone are the trees, and all that remains for greenery are the short shrubs that dot the paths in the rock, and the moss that grows thanks to the spray of the waves. Further toward the shore, barnacles are a plenty, and look to cut the pads of those who slip on the wet surface. These extend out into the water itself, and the tough land has multiple caverns scraped into it, providing ample dens for the wolves that live there. Depending on the tide, however, the lower caverns may flood, and the vicious swirling water may prove to be dangerous as there is a strong undertide ready to pull unsuspecting swimmers to their doom. Even the tide itself is powerful enough to push intruders against one cliff or another. The ocean does provide, however, plenty of food for those who brave the waters - there are many breeds of seals and sea lions, though the males that protect each of these are vicious and territorial. There are also turtles that come ashore to breed and to lay their eggs - both the adults and the eggs themselves can provide sustenance to the wolves. But they must take care - the water is deep enough to allow sharks to come to shore from the depths below. Those unwilling to venture the waves or wet their paws with the moist sand of the shore can find snakes and hares in the rocky outcroppings, but they must beware the Komodo dragon and other monitor lizards that perch upon the shore - they are swift and move in groups, not to mention they carry venom in their bite that causes immense pain, paralysis, and prevents blood clotting. This is not the land for the weak of heart or the weak at all really. This is Uyaraut - ‘The Diamond in the Rough’.


Na mém obličeji nosíš úsměv, ale uvnitř je démon

||wear a smile on my face||

The past few months had been eventful; first she'd trespassed on this land only to join under Kershov's rule. Then she had met with him at the lake. . . well the then lake, now that lake had been engulfed by one of the packs and that was then that she started her training with Kershov. Her training to inevitably become the very best he'd ever had. She had given her own permission for her king to make her into his own little personal machine. Do with her what he wanted. Make her into what he saw as the very best. Not only did she want to fight alongside or for him, but she wanted to train and be seen as the best in the pack. Of course now that they had started her training, every muscle in her body was sore and it often kept her up at night. Often kept her needing to move or needing to just relax. And so tonight she found herself completely sprawled out near one rock, stretching her muscles, relaxing her muscles and ignoring the pain. Half regretting it, but mostly excited for what was to come.

Before their training, Kershov had learned that Kari could not in fact swim. Even more so that she was terrified of water, deep water anyway. So the fact their territory was legitimately on side faded into the ocean was . . . well you can see how hazardous that could be. Kari was working on it now though, she was learning to swim, learning to get everything right. Even learning she wasn't as good on land as she had thought. Someone with more muscle mass, someone like Kershov, could take her easily. So speed and knowledge were on her side there. Except Kershov was a opponent that she never wanted; the amount of knowledge and understanding of war and fighting was something she'd never seen. Even training; he had a lot of patience. A lot of understanding that Kari wouldn't get it in one day, nor would she get it in one month.

So now as she was sprawled out, it wasn't long before she heard the sound of footsteps against the earth in her pinnae that happened to be against the earth. Before long she felt it and frowned. Who would be up at this hour? Regretfully and slowly getting to her paws; she grimaced as she turned around and took a few steps before she looked up and saw her. Macaria was it? She faintly remembered Kershov saying her name when Kari had trespassed. She grinned slightly, a chance to get to know one of her pack mates. Macaria? she paused to see if she had her name correct before continuing with her lyrics spilling from her maw. What's brought you out this late?

||but there's a demon inside||

Frekari // vixen // adult // Uyaraut // love //


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