Read 'em, foo'.

The plains are dreary, the tall grass a yellow-green at the best times and a yellow-brown in times of drought. The squalls that drift so often over the stalks lend them an almost continuously bent position, their small stalk tips bent forward until they almost touch the loam. As peaceful, if not serene, this realm may seem, it heralds a message of darkness and death - these are the battle lands, where wolves have staked their strength and skills against eachother throughout the years to settle challenges for any reason; a female, a pack, a land, a position - any of these are acceptable. Blood has fallen here, though it's far from obvious; the ground absorbs the crimson liquid quickly, leaving almost no trace of the battles held quite often within the tall grass.

Simply, the board where you post riddles, to steal away the possesions of another, though there are limits - a pup, for one, a female or pack member. Lands, currently, are prohibited from being stolen. Follow the riddle guidelines in the thread, please. The subject or owner of your riddle must post within four days or the prize is your's.

A place for the homeless wolves to wander, approached by members of the packs to inquire about joining their homelands or to merely talk for a while - however, after two days that the wolves are not approached by another of a pack, they are allowed to be approached by 'preachers' and believers, if they so wish to be persuaded into belief. This glade is abundant in fauna, the surrounding forestry dense. However, in this small stretch of swamp-like area, only small sandbars connected by small paths of lithosphere connecting them. The rest is basically a wide lake, the water still and calm, broken only by the occasional distruptance.

The former dwelling place of those loyal to the goddess Vrede, lady of the elements - however, as with the Vespertine Quarter and the Noc Quarter, the belief is gone, wolves roaming without belief throughout the ranges of this realm.

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This is the gloomy realm of the believers of Vespertine, those devoted to the sick and twisted god of Death. These lands are not nessecarily barren, nor uninhabitable; in fact, by some they are considered near paradise. However, it is not the surroundings that cause the deep gloom to seem so ominous - it is the darkness, the souls of those strange wolves who once dwelt here, their feelings and emotions almost plastered all about the lands, leaving a heavy and almost mortifying feeling of sorrow, dread, gloom, lingering always on the fringes of these lands.

Sub-boards: Domain, Domain, Domain