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’.




All Macaria had wanted was company, was a friend or two. She was a cannibal, yes, but she was still a wolf with emotions and feelings. What she was looking for was something other than the romantic feelings she had for Grey. Something different than the lustful emotions she had for the beings she slept with and then consumed. What she was looking for was kinship. Macaria wanted some sense of normalcy, someone to share her days with even as she spent her nights with either her mate or one of her lovers. Soon enough she came upon one of her packmates, another femme fatale. The ebony colored varg slowed her gait, her shoulders and hips rolling as her stride shortened, and her bright pumpkins plated themselves upon the bodice of the other. The tall, lanky kalak was splayed out over the ground before her, but then she rolled over and slowly stood on shaky paws, but as soon as their gaze met, the other's grimace turned into a grin.

'Macaria was it? Macaria? What's brought you out this late?'

The lass had nodded first once at the conclusion of the first question, and then again at the conclusion of the second. But at the third she shrugged, and then rolled her eyes about, her great, large pools lolling themselves upward to look at the sky. "Where others find enjoyment in the sun, in the beautiful colors of daylight, I find an odd preference for the night. The sky is... quite beautiful is it not? It is vast and endless, and either it is constantly shifting around us or us around it or a strange mixture of the two, and though it is never the same, it is nearon a year before it comes about to a similar view. The tiny pinpoints of light come from things that we can only imagine and make tales for - are they suns like ours, or perhaps gods above? Are they static, permanent spots upon the perfect black canvas? Or dynamic, changing in their own world like we do in our own, only along a different timeline. It is fascinating, isn't it?" Macaria moves to Kari's side and rubs herself along the full width of the other, both to mark Kari with her scent, and to be marked by hers. Macaria was only was intimately accustomed with Kershov's scent, and that was because it lined all of the pack. But she wanted to be able to track Kari down - if they were friends at the end of this encounter.

"But that is my explanation, what is yours? Why are you not sleeping through the night like a good little she-wolf? Why traverse these deadly trails, this slippery terrain in the dead of night? Why risk it all, happiness and health, to have a few moments alone when you can barely see anything?" Macaria was intrigued by the other, and the initial interest by spurred by the other's breed of all things. The eboness had very little experience with the kalaks - as far as she knew, they had mostly kept to their own pack up in Cold Summers. She knew nothing of their history, their lines. All she knew was that most other wolves distrusted them and warned against their manipulation. Macaria had spent her entire life being manipulated - by her mother, her first captor, her second captor, and then the vampiric twins. She had no desire to be manipulated again, but she would risk it if it meant some entertainment for her. Besides - she was all too often the manipulator now, and she enjoyed it. If Kari tried to play her, perhaps Kari would be the one who ended up getting played. Or, perhaps, they would play nice together and behave.


||Macaria||Femme Fatale of Uyaraut||Adult||Grey Wind||

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