Feywilde

You may have wandered too far..

You greedily take in your surroundings. The still air is delicately sweet and fragrant, the sun's beams envelope you into a warm hug, and a graceful orchestra of katydids and bullfrogs chime a synchronous lullaby that weigh your eyelids, blurring your vision into a sleepy gaze. Gently wading into the meadow that sprawls out around you, you purr through your teeth. A soft, thick blanket of grass coats the earth, like the springy fleece that clings to a lamb's supple skin. A low groan escapes you as you ponder the idea of a nap, and as your paws sink below you, it seems the lush glade only encourages the thought.

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Tall stems still tenderly ebbing and flowing like an ocean of verdant underfoot trace fickle shapes along your back, aiding in your wake as you rise from slumber, just a few hours later. Thirst grows a fist in your throat, parching your coarse breath. You amble forward even with the night beginning to undress, its evening gown unveiling and collapsing. Noticing feathery reeds just up ahead, you pad forward through the moist, sandy silt of the receded pond's bank, just until you reach the surface, lapping up mouthfuls of the spring water. Satisfied, you take a gander, pensive about the direction back to your den. The Moon's aglow reflection in the pond, however, interrupts your concentration. You tilt your head, it almost appears ethereal, as if the night herself was taking a dip, her twilight robes rippling in the depths, its starry embellishments taking turns winking at you, taunting you, distracting you. She beckons you forward, her flirting offering no pause, until you find yourself descending waist to neck deep into the moonlight.

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Fur like gossamer, her scent of powdered malt, and a grin of crescent, unlike any wolf you have ever encountered. She nimbly flits toward you, eagerly nudging her wet nose to yours. Her touch wakes you, and you gain ahold back of your senses, finding yourself in an entirely new plane, washed up on the shoreline of the pond that had just drowned you. Your companion eases you, her presence oddly soothing enough to hush your wary fears. She welcomes you cordially, and your eyes meet hers: lucid, placid pools that weave whimsical tales of the Feywild into your mind. You are free to explore the many domains & gateways or return back to your home by bathing in the pond from which you entered.

For Those Lost in Translation..

Please begin your travels by entering below:

... hello! thank you for stopping by
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welcome to the Feywilde! my den is very loosely based off the Forgotten Realms DND world-setting and World of Warcraft. you can quite honestly ignore every tidbit of text, this is just for my own storytelling, and for those who may enjoy reading through it!
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my pack lore/key is very muddled in lore-speak, so if you'd like a general translation in wolvden language, here's all you need to know!
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- i only breed for clean lines, any accidents are chased
- permanent pack members must be bred by me
- wolves not bred by me are used for breeding purposes and are eventually traded/chased
- i only adopt female puppies from the enclave
- the pack is extremely family oriented & all contribute to pupsitting
- heirs to the pack must be related to the alpha/leader