Once this place used to hold the yin and yang scenery of Blossom Field. Now, there are miles of winding tundra. To the north, this tundra is cruel and dry, with wisping weaves of tall grasses. The ground is cracked and cold, and it hardly is ever moistened by dearly desired rainfall. To the south, the tundra becomes more prosperous - meadows of flowers and herbs grace the ground. Part of this connects near Elebeam Weargtreow - however it is an impassible field of poppy, which will put any wolf trying to cross it into a deep slumber, and eventually die.

Those looking to hunt here will find mice, snakes, and rabbits, along with pronghorns, bison, and javalinas.




Sixty seconds.

Sixty seconds, or even less, was all it could have taken the kalak demon to shred Siku to bits once he had laid his filthy paws on Lilith. And gods know he would have. The towering devil was ready, sharpened daggers unsheathed, prepared to meet with the monochrome brute’s flesh. Ready and willing to rip him apart. His colossal frame shook with raw rage, heavy muscles flexing and rippling beneath his skin. However, there was something standing in his way, and it is the only thing that kept Kronos’ temper from exploding in that very moment. Siku had captured Olya, utilizing her as a pawn in his own pathetic little game. And when Kronos had realized that the alpha had attached to Lilith in intention to throw her out, Kronos’ own jaws went the opposite way. While the damned leech was concerned with tossing Lilith into the dirt on the opposing side of his boundaries, the warrior had taken the red mistress’ scruff into his own widened maw. Siku had spoken to her in vows of punishment for allowing the demon entrance to the territory. Kronos could not just leave her, not with that fate. He wouldn’t. She seemed too pained, too troubled before.

So he fled, the delicate femme placed carefully between his incisors as he followed his pale princess, their long limbs carrying them away from the fogged kingdom. It was determined then, in the back of Kronos’ mind, that, in time, he would be back to Graes Waegholm. Although, the knight would travel alone whenever he returned.

Siku didn’t have the slightest idea who he’d just messed with.

Minuscule specks of ivory began to collect upon his darkened cloak as he emerged into the clearing alongside the snow princess, and only then did the tall knight finally set the opposing red mistress onto the chilled earth. “Are you alright?” Kronos’ voice leaked from his thick jaws gruffly, concern laced within the lyrics. Steel hues, his left sphere partially tainted with a beautiful amber, would survey her petite form. He’d only peer away from her whenever Lilith’s call filled the air, and directly after, his hues would reach toward Lilith's obsidian ones as she then directed her words towards him. Kronos, my dear, come take a seat with me. They'll need you as much as they need me.

While Kronos doubted her words, he did not hesitate. The guard was always quick on his paws whenever it came to Lilith, even though, in his distant thoughts, he could not imagine himself sharing the snow throne with her. She was a princess, and he was her guard. He felt that he earned no place beside her. Had no right. A quick look-over of the petite femme settled his worries, for the most part, and then his colossal build had navigated alongside Lilith’s much smaller one. Kronos' maw nudged into her shoulder tenderly, surveying the small and temporary indention left along her throat from Siku’s grasp. The very sight of it had his temper threatening to build once more, his chest seeming to swell with the fiery sensation.

The warrior had been so deep within his thoughts that he hadn’t acknowledged the little one who rushed towards him and Lilith at such a speed that she’d sent herself flying to the frozen ground in an attempt to stop. Flurries of snow sprayed the warrior, his cranium immediately shaking to free the flakes from his sight, and then his steel spheres lowered to meet with the fae’s silver ones. A pup? What on earth was she doing here? His spheres widened, curiosity causing them to follow the tiny girl as she rolled away from the trio and then collected herself upon her paws. You must be heroes like in the stories my mother tells me. The ones of gallant warriors who chase away the shadows and monsters. One day, I wanna be like that too!

The solemn expression that Kronos usually retained fell, and in place of it, his tones emerged in a deep chuckle. “I'm sure that you would make an outstanding warrior... When you are older, of course," the crimson and obsidian demon grinned in her direction. "What is your name, little one? And where is your mother?"


[ kalak . x . of age . x . warrior . x . faithful to lilith . x . controlled by kyleigh ]

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    I Am Your Butterfly -

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