The sandy dunes of Maua's Passage peek up just past the large, rocky cliffs that stand in competition with Caladan Cove, and in turn Scilla's Lagoon. His home. Bjorn's affection for the oasis stems from the family's long travels from far beyond, crossing the stony pathway over the ocean, determined for a better and freer life from the Grave's previous home in a land beyond Amaryllis. Bjorn remembers the challenging journey, the way his paws ached, and almost losing a few family members to the angry, hungry ocean. I can't carry you all, his mother hissed as she demanded her children stand on their own four paws and make the journey like the young warriors bred and raised before them. Bjorn and his entire family made it, safely, to the mouth of Maua, setting up a small clan in the heart of the lagoon furthest to the east. But now, Bjorn feels determined to prove himself a noble and brave fighter, capable of plotting and journeying these vast, mysterious lands of Amaryllis. Perhaps, too, he can return to his family with a badge of pride and honor unseen in men before him. And so, Bjorn set out on his journey, his large paws creating ripples in the sandy earth as he bounds forward, weight causing the ground below his paws to tremble. White ears perked, it's almost as if he can feel the wind rushing through his practically non-existant mane, heart beating with eagerness for adventure and mystery. What lay beyond the lagoon? Where will Maua's destiny for him lead? The path untraveled and unexplored, Bjorn feels only hope and opportunity for his life ahead. As he leaves the palm line, the ground changes. Gone are the soft, saturated piles of sand, shifting into a hard, crusty rock, and finally stone. Rocks replace the fan-like trees, reaching high into the sky, their shadow cast over what feels like a great wasteland. Bjorn's ears droop, and he lowers his tail anxiously, alert at the slightest sounds. The flap of wings, the caw of crows, or even the growl of threatening lions displeased by trespassers onto their land. There is a small pool of water, apparently dug out by a warthog or other creature. From what he can see and smell, fresh water isn't close by, so Bjorn takes the opportunity to lean down and lap at what he can, dirt filling his cheeks, brought in by his prickled, virgin tongue used to the sweet, tangy taste of coconut milk. He grimaces, sitting and gazing around as if searching for any souls nearby who might direct him to a cleaner water patch. But when no one shows themselves in the moments of Bjorn's curiosity, he's rising to his paws and padding forward, crystaline eyes locked on the tall, obsidian-colored towers of rock and hardened soot. A mouse skitters between his paws. Thinking this a grand opportunity, Bjorn smashes his paws onto the ground, pinning the mouse to the earth by it's tail. The creature squeaks and scurries, but its efforts are frutless. Bjorn has half-a-mind to kill the creature but... after a few moments of staring, lifts his paw and watches the poor rodent run for its life, jumping into a nearby thorn bush. |
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July Y13
Summer
Summer is in full swing now, with clear skies, warm nights, and ample sunshine! As such, the deserts begin to grow dry, the shores remain a blissful escape, the north is spared with cooling winds, and humidity continues to rise in the jungle. Rain and storms are long forgotten troubles by now, which is both a virtue and a vice during the heat of the season.
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