Lycan Territory

"Dark, cold, constantly misted by fog. The darkness is compellingly shiver enticing, it creeps every corner of every object within the outskirts of Lycan territory. The cold is painstakingly constant, snow lays on the ground in the outskirts all year round, blizzards freeze and blister careless flesh that try to move within them. Visibility within the edges of the kingdom range from mere feet, to fifteen yards. Silhouettes sift back and forth occasionally from the thick black lines of the tree trunks, eyes peer from around them, low, ominous growls of hungry beasts may be heard from behind or in the distance. No amount of tears, screams, cries for help, or prayers would save you, if one were to get lost within this horrifying, ghastly, unforgiving forest. Welcome to Lycan Country.

Past the fear ,darkness, cold, and near-certain death, lies the city of the Lycans - Archenraih. This city bustles with life near marketing season, in between the seasons of flowers and heat. The Lycans of the lands bring their goods to trade for currency, or other goods. The city is shrouded within the highest trees of all of Calraidia. In the time of the year that that market is alive the streets are filled with stands, booths, carts, merchandise, and most of all Lycans. The other half of the year the streets are annexed of the stands of goods, but they remain somewhat lively.

Past the lovely, lively, aroma filled city of Archenraih, lies the Lycan sanctuary. A Haven for all Lycans. During the day, the Sanctuary blooms with life. Lycan pups, run, play... prank. Mothers and Fathers watch from a distance, keeping an eye out on their offspring. The gargantuan meteor that is the Sanctuary reaches A pair thousand feet in height, and is a thousand feet in width. It can be seen from miles away upon midday, when the sun reflects off of its white shell. Many balconies adorn its sides, the sanctuary is filled with rooms for guests to stay. The Leaders of this great Sanctuary are the Lycan Elders: Aliath and his mate, A