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A chain of islands off of the coast of the 5 holds, witch acts as the first line of defence against Grim Forge. The island is governed by its own leader, a kitsune named Crenn FireTail. Though she rules the islands herself, she answers to Mora.
The Pride Lands.
A chain of islands off of the coast of the 5 holds, governed by the powerful Corren FireTail.
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The Pride Lands. is a part of 
Atherea.
Crenn lounged in her throne of intertwining branches and roots that came up from a great, circular rock that rose up from the earth, toying with a small bird she had caught earlier by stopping all of its frantic attempts to escape. Surrounded by her "palace", a forest of tall trees that rose up like swords to pierce the heavens, Crenn was, for better or worse, bored. Finally, she sighed, throwing herself sideways so that her legs dangled over one arm of the throne and her head over the other.
She let the bird go, for fear that she might kill it in her frustration if she kept it, and instead resorted to grooming her silky tail to occupy her hands. How she longed to be running in the forests, to be hunting with wolves, to be swimming with the otters...
No. that wasn't what she wanted. Right now, she wanted knowledge. She wanted to know what the had caused the great shaking of the ground, what had caused all her subjects to cower in their dens and nests, to cause her guards to howl at the heavens... She left off her tail and nearly screamed in her frustration the moment she thought about it more. Her fist pounded down upon the back of the chair, small flames shooting out from under it.
She growled and hopped up from her throne, pacing around the rock in the middle of the clearing. Silently lamenting the fact that her head guard, a wolf by the name of Srokaine, had told her to stay behind, while most of her "court" went to investigate, leaving precious few silent, hidden protectors to watch her.
Just as she had finally gathered up the courage to track Srokaine down, however long that might take, a deep, rumbling voice came from the brush to the side of the throne.
"If it pleases my lady..." the voice growled.
Crenn jumped nearly five feet in the air, landing on all fours and growling, baring her teeth.
Srokaine, the huge gray wolf that stood before her, cuffed her with a strong paw across her face. She went flying.
"My lady would do well to notice visitors before they come," he say emotionlessly as Crenn sits up and rubs her cheek, glaring accusingly at the wolf. "As it were, we have news of the groundshakings from the beasts of the otherlands." Srokaine's noble speech, befitting that of a human court of royals, had slowly slipped into the common speech of the PrideLands the entire time he had been speaking.
She let the bird go, for fear that she might kill it in her frustration if she kept it, and instead resorted to grooming her silky tail to occupy her hands. How she longed to be running in the forests, to be hunting with wolves, to be swimming with the otters...
No. that wasn't what she wanted. Right now, she wanted knowledge. She wanted to know what the had caused the great shaking of the ground, what had caused all her subjects to cower in their dens and nests, to cause her guards to howl at the heavens... She left off her tail and nearly screamed in her frustration the moment she thought about it more. Her fist pounded down upon the back of the chair, small flames shooting out from under it.
She growled and hopped up from her throne, pacing around the rock in the middle of the clearing. Silently lamenting the fact that her head guard, a wolf by the name of Srokaine, had told her to stay behind, while most of her "court" went to investigate, leaving precious few silent, hidden protectors to watch her.
Just as she had finally gathered up the courage to track Srokaine down, however long that might take, a deep, rumbling voice came from the brush to the side of the throne.
"If it pleases my lady..." the voice growled.
Crenn jumped nearly five feet in the air, landing on all fours and growling, baring her teeth.
Srokaine, the huge gray wolf that stood before her, cuffed her with a strong paw across her face. She went flying.
"My lady would do well to notice visitors before they come," he say emotionlessly as Crenn sits up and rubs her cheek, glaring accusingly at the wolf. "As it were, we have news of the groundshakings from the beasts of the otherlands." Srokaine's noble speech, befitting that of a human court of royals, had slowly slipped into the common speech of the PrideLands the entire time he had been speaking.
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