At one point in time, Misty Mountain stood opposite of Rainbow Cliff, and these rose to the sky as the only peaks in Blossom Forest. Since the magical change of the land, an entire chain of peaks rose from the bowels of the earth to become the Culter Unlaeddod - the Teeth of the Gods. Misty Mountain is still of the peaks, but many others exist as well. They run from north to south, from east to west. Atop some of the peaks, snow covers them year round, making the paths slippery and hazardous. Others are lower in altitude and are extremely humid, covered in thick, dense forests with mists swirling between each of the trunks. Others still are bare - naked boulders rising and falling haphazardly.

These chains of peaks do connect many of the packs, and they hold many things to explore - forbidden forests, deep and mysterious caves, beautiful scenic cliffs. However, one must have care - if you fall, it is a long, long, long way down...

Due to the varying terrains, many prey options are available. For those scared of injury, you may find ptarmigans, ravens, crows, squirrels, dormice, or rabbits. The adults hunting alone can find mountain goats... but for those hunting in a pack, there are elk, moose, and Bighorn Sheep.


Not all Monsters do Monstrous Things.

”Ever Feel Like You Have the Best Intentions but You’re Just Making One Mistake After Another?“



Life had never been something that the male particularly enjoyed. Not since he was a pup anyways. He had some vague memories of life before life had gone bad. He had been happy whenever he was with his mother. She was always kind to him and spent hours playing with him and loving him. When he grew older though, barely a teen, everything had changed. Once he was old enough to be weaned he was taken from his mother and the rest of his litter mates. That’s when life really got hard for him. He went through rigorous training, learning everything he would need to know to protect the wolf that he was “assigned” to. Really it was no assignment, that implied that he chose this life and was willingly the guard for another. Hazeni never had any free choice in his life. His old pack had been forced into slavery many years ago, and with each new generation the other, stronger and more powerful packs, got more and more slave to use as they saw fit. As he grew up, he experienced all sorts of wolves. None he would call kind, but some were not as aggressive as others. He had learned to keep his head down and to just do as he was told. It was much easier that way than fighting back. His kind were vastly outnumbered, and held no chance of gaining their freedom, so he saw no point in making life any worse than it had to be by putting up a struggle.

Recently though, it seemed that life may have gotten better. But Hazeni could only assume that it was too good to be true. All his life he had been played with and tormented, so why would someone ever let him go? The female that he had been assigned to, Ira, had seemed different to him. Sometimes it was almost like she had two different personalities. When it was just the two of them he was tempted to call her nice. But could any of the wolves from the Wrath clan truly be nice? Before he met Ira he would have said no. But whenever he spent time with her and only her, he could consider himself happy. A word that he almost forgot how to use. As he grew and aged with her, he grew fond of her. He tried not to, knowing that it would not end well, but he couldn’t help the feelings that he felt for the female that made him feel something besides pain and fear. But could he really trust it? Hazeni could not change his feelings, that was out of his control. But what he did with those feelings was. So even though he grew to love the female, when she told him he was free his instincts took over and he fled. The Ethiopian barely heard the words at first, but when they finally sunk in his body took over and took him away from the world that he knew.

The skinny but tall male ran as fast as he could, afraid if he didn’t get away fast enough he would find out that it was a trick or test. One that he had failed because he left and would be punished for. When the male was entirely out of breath, his lungs heaving and straining for air he stopped. Gasping for air the brute looked around, his dark amber orbs taking in where he was. It was completely foreign to him, and he had no idea if he had accidentally ran into a pack’s territory or if he was still in the freelands. He could not smell or hear any wolves nearby, so he could only assume that where he was safe to be. It seemed that Ira had not followed him, but that did not mean that he was not being tracked by her or any of the other wolves. As far as he knew, Ira was the only wolf from the Wrath clan that had been sent to these foreign lands, and he was only allowed to come because he had been trained to protect her. And he had broken every rule by leaving her. Fear ran through the male. Hazenia had seen what happened to those that broke the rules, and he would rather be dead than be put through that. But she had said he was free, would she really have played such a cruel joke on him? He wanted to think that she would not, but the fear that had been ingrained in him for so long made it so he couldn’t fully believe it. Not yet anyways.

The red and white colored brute struggled to decide what to do. He could risk it and stay away, but if was a trick and they found him he knew it would be very bad. The fear of the unknown was enough to make him go back to her, that and the quieter voice in his head reminding him how he had never been away from her, and how despite their history he did indeed love her. And so Hazeni turned to go back the way he came, unsure if he would even be able to find his way after his blind run through the trees. After some time he thought he had come to the spot where he had left Ira, but she was gone now. Of course she was, she wasn’t going to just stick around and wait for him. Why would she? Choosing a random direction to go in, the male tried to find her scent. After some random wandering ad some more time he finally caught of whiff of it. Quickening his pace, the brute started to track her. He was not sure how long ago she had been here, but the scent was growing stronger so he knew he was headed in the right direction. Eventually Hazeni found himself facing some mountains, snow and a cold wind blowing through the air. He shivered as it swept through his thin coat, but he was not too surprised to find she had come here. The femme was built for the cold, where Hazeni was built for the warm desert. With a sigh of defeat, the brute began to climb the slopes in her pawprints, hoping she would not want to stay in the cold for too long.

Pushing through the fatigue that was beginning to overcome him, he climbed higher and higher until he finally saw her darker pelt standing out from the snow. Panting from the exertion, Hazeni carefully approached her, unsure of what to expect. Crouching down low, ears flat to his head, he slowly came towards her, waiting to see if she would notice that he was even there or not. Finally he spoke up, not daring to say more than her name. ”Ira?” He didn’t dare draw any closer to her, but kept himself in his submissive pose, slightly baring his white throat to the female that was his superior, anxiously waiting to see what she would do or say with his return.

Picture credit to Delaria


**Hazeni**Brute**Slave to Ira **Adult**Exiled**Violet

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