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| ∞ ѕαηcтισηє∂ ηιgнтѕ WELCOME TO OUR DOMAIN  Luminous rays of a full moon wash over a vast field, painting details onto the ranked grass. A smokey layer of fog tarries over the terra firma, giving you an eerie feeling. As you arrive in small patches of pine trees, you nervously glance about. A twig snaps beneath your pads, and you yelp out of your own foolish fear. Your breath quivers and you remain still, trying to regain your thoughts. Shaking off the chill, you advance forward. Hearing faint cackling in the distance, you stop sharp in your tracks and freeze in place, almost statue like. The brush russles, and three darkened physiques appear. The first is a charcoal female, her colourless pools seeming to burn through your skin, incisors gleaming in the oncoming streams of light that peek through the branches. The next is another female, splattered with natural colours and various markings, appearing lean and slender with packed muscle, her breath condensing and flowing above her head. The last is an alabaster male, standing tall, his azure luminaries piercing through you, time-yellowed canines coated with saliva, glittering. The black fae shuffles forward, grinning deviously, and spoke bitterly, "And who do you think you are, stepping into my territory?" You refrain from reply, then take a long stride backward, attempting to choke out words. Before you can answer, she raises her voice, seeming impatient, "...Well?" Gasping for air, you take another step back, tripping and stumbling clumsily. She snickered, and barked dominantly, snapping her jaws together, "Kill it." Within seconds, the white male responded, pouncing onto your frame and dropping you to your back. Once weakened, the dozens of silhouettes gathered around had buried you under masses of bristling fur and snarls, as if tearing you apart. As you whine and whimper in agony, the regal female laughs devilishly, joined by the quiet snorts of the femme standing next to her. The pack steps back, leaving a bloodied corpse with jaws agaped, crimson oozing sluggishly from which. With a flick of her head, she lead her packmates back to the main area, abandoning the torn and battered body.  ALL PACK MEMBERS Are to report to Emmence Meadow at all times unless other instructions are addressed.  LOOKING TO JOIN?? Please read down for further information. Where Do I Go? All newcomers interested in joining are to report to Emmence Meadow. Enter with care and be respectful, and you should have no problems. What Do I Do? Enter the chat calmly. Don't demand anything right off the bat. Introduce yourself State why you came State who sent you/How you found us Please be sure to read through the rules page before you take an attempt at joining. It may give you information that could be very helpful to you. .S i t e . N a v i g a t i o n.  ![[Untitled]](http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/c-stWYqpcbwjwvucjx-GTg7568/GW207H61 "[Untitled]")  ![[Untitled]](http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/ymwuz9sOo2zEujVOxvExSQ6100/GW196H69 "[Untitled]") | ѕєαѕση؟ ![[Untitled]](http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/4y-VmG0OhM_9wPX9wTL5-w874612/GW246H166 "[Untitled]") As the seasons naturally change, the air begins to get cold and crisp. The trees are no longer colourful, rather dull and bare. Farther into the winter season, it begins to snow, covering the ground and the branches of the trees in a thick blanket of white. The once colourful features of the earth are now hidden, anxiously awaiting to bloom in the following season to come. |R e c e n t E v e n t s | February 2011 2-16 Harmone has finally had her litter. We will be looking for volunteers for roleplayers soon. |L o c a t i o n | The depths of Asia. The area in which this pack inhabits is toward the center of Asia, with numerous amounts of open fields and free land. In some areas, there are dense forests, where pine trees are crowded in. Our territory, however, consists of mostly forests, giving us the advantage for prey and such. At night, these woods are dark and desolate, the only light of which is the faint rays of moonlight that wash through the tree branches, shining oval-like patches on the terrain. |
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