Temperate

Compendium Entry North: Northwestern Europe
South: Pacific Northwest

Mild and variable, this landscape is dotted with forests and a complex river system. The remnants of human society tell stories of the long-forgotten past. The land sees light winters and pleasant summers, a highly sought after selection of resources hidden in its intricate details.

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Late Evening Fog
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He’d only intended to spend a day away from the Nameless Mountain, but had deeply underestimated how far his curiosity would bring him under one pass of the sun through the sky, and how exhausted he’d be after navigating all the new terrain he’d covered. The daylight had long since faded and the evening was growing cool, and Element found himself wandering through lands that were foreign to him; absent of the mixed scent of the wolves of Empyrean he had been growing to associate with home. When, earlier in the night, he’d caught the sun setting on the horizon and the sight of the Nameless Mountain was distant in the sky, he’d worried if he’d gone too far without signaling to someone he’d be away.
 
Then again, who was there to miss him for a journey of a few days? It was unlikely, he thought sullenly, that his absence would be noted for a night or two. Although he suspected he had long gone beyond the range of his packmates ears, as the moon found it’s place in the night sky he lifted his peppered snout to the stars above, sending out a call towards any listening, friendly ears: that he was searching, wandering, and all was well. The sound broke through the fog that drifted across the surface, wavering across the quiet plain and into the night.
 
Hopefully, nothing would happen this evening that would make a lie out of that message.
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I'm gonna date this for Ven different than its gonna be dated for Element possibly LMAO! But let's pretend both our timelines make sense

Someone who was perhaps friendly did indeed hear the call. A call rang out through the mist in a land neighboring the one of his woods as he returned from the Northern mountains after meeting with a few leaders there. As he found himself once more enveloped in the cool tendrils of the fog once more, the returning Warlord kept his pace as he wandered toward the figure that stood in the mist. He suspected that was the one who called.

But did they call for the mercenaries lurking in the mist?

Perhaps not. But he was going to meet one regardless of his previous desires for a friendly encounter. As the moon's face reflected off of the pale, creeping mist, the beast would stop only a few wolflengths away from the stranger. At first quiet and observing. “Who are you?” An air of eerie tranquilly frosted over his stained maw as he stared at the black back man with neutral interest.

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*BUZZES EXCITEDLY*


The call left his lips, the last of it rising through the fog and seeming to reverberate through the moist air around him, dissipating slower than he was used to at the higher altitudes of the mountain. There was something strange about catching stray seconds of his own song echoing back to him through the mist, and the strangeness of it sent a shiver, through not entirely an unpleasant one, up his spine. Element paused again to take in his surroundings, appreciating anew the sights this world had to offer him. As he breathed, he caught notice of the way the air from his lungs took shape as it left him, becoming it's own fog and mingling with the damp air. There was something dreamlike about it, and he felt himself as just a lone piece among the mist, observing the world around him and feeling just... not quite part of it.

Until he was shocked from his peaceful reverie by movement. Standing suddenly, his limbs stiffened and his dark ears swiveled as his mercurial gaze swept across the world before him. Movement again - this time, accompanied by scent, hanging thick on the air. Element's nose wrinkled as he took it in. It was a deathly smell, of prey and wolf alike; pungent and rotten in a way that lit a sudden, shocking splash of panic in his chest. Emerging through the dark, following in the wake of his own morbid fragrance, came a large figure. Their eyes locked on each other's frames, and it took no more than a moment for Ele to give the other male a once-over, the panic still pulsing and rising along with bile in his throat as he noted his size and stature. It would be problematic, should this encounter go sideways.

Distantly, Element made a note to himself that these lands seemed to hold far too many large aggressors, and perhaps he was better sticking to the Nameless Mountain after all.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only seconds, the other spoke. Ele weighed his options, and finding none that seemed to ensure safe passage, went with what came to him first. "Element," he answered, tail stiff and steady behind him, head lowering in defense and not deference. "Of Empyrean, of the mountains beyond." It was good, he thought, to be reminded of the power that came with association. "Yourself?"
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VIBRATES

With ears pulled back and to the side, they gave the beastly man a figure as if he was adorned with horns at either side of his head as they angled to give the silhouette of pointed tips. They pulled to the side to listen for anyone else to approach them from within the mist, while his blood-soaked eyes would keep a firm watch on the man who had sang out into the mist summoning him unintentionally.

Element, and he hails from Empyrean. From this distance, he could not smell Hydra's mark on his pelt and so he approached, steps slow as though stuck in tar as he held his gaze on the silvers of the man in question. The last one who had claimed to be from Empyrean held none of their scent along his back, and so he would do the test all over again... Stopping just close enough to get a good whiff of the guy, this one was with Empyrean long enough to still have their scent on him.

And in response to that, the Warlord's posture relaxed, and so did the intensity of his gaze. An ally after all. Even if they were a good imposter, he had no reason to doubt them just yet. “Vengeance, Warlord of the Nightwalkers.” He tossed his head in the direction where his forest resided in a different part of the mist. “What brings you to our doorstep?”

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The red eyes. They were set deeply in his face, ringed with dirty brown fur that seemed moist and clumped in a way he didn't think was purely due to the haze in which they stood. Element had never met someone who had looked both so unkempt and apparently unbothered by it - in fact, he could hardly imagine what the nightmare in front of him would look like well-groomed. Somehow it seemed like such a thing would be out of character for the brute with the smell of death on his fur. Or maybe, Ele thought distantly, he was just being judgemental.

More distracting than his coat and the scent that threatened to keep his nose wrinkled, were those eyes. Element found himself transfixed by the ruby hue, hardly unable to keep himself from meeting them directly to get a closer look. His brain ached, and his memories roiled like an angry sea and spewed forth images - a white wolf with red eyes, one scarred - this same face he'd seen more than once in a dream. A face that, when he was able to picture it, tried to tear him in half with the way it evoked both tender love and deep hurt, fear, and regret.

But the wolf in his head was not the one standing before him, and the one standing before him would require all his focus. So, regretfully, he tried to push the memories aside despite how the begged to be addressed, and listened to the monster speak. Vengeance, Lord of the Nightwalkers. Vengeance, he thought idly, sampling the name and imprinting it on the vision before him. It made him want to shiver again, but for the sake of his appearance and holding on to whatever dignity he had, he repressed the urge into nothing more than a twitch of the dark fur along his spine.

A moment of panic threatened to surge through him as Vengeance claimed the terrain they stood in as his own doorstep, and Element wondered for a moment if in his haste he'd missed the markers of another pack's claim. He thought back to his trek through the mist, re-checking his mental accounts of the place as he'd moved, and felt just a tad more soothed as he verified that he hadn't come across the scents of borders. There had been smells, of game and wolf alike, both entwined together in the mist, but nothing he could pinpoint that told him he'd overstepped. Not only that - but after Element had spoken the air between the two of them seemed to change. The mist became less cloying, and the weight of imminent danger seemed to be released like a held breath. Something about his words had resonated with Vengeance - was it familiarity he was able to read on the brown wolf's face?

Between Vengeance's posture and the title of Warlord, which was not one Element had heard but contextually seemed to imply leadership, he opted for a display of deference, lowering his head in a gesture of good-will but also strategic defense. Hydra's combat lessons trickled through his conscious, and for the first time, he found himself thankful for them. They did not serve as a full shield, but they gave him at least something. "Exploring the regions south of the Nameless Mountain," he answered truthfully in response to Vengeance's question. "Not many of us had ventured this way, so some scouting felt like a good use of my time." A pause. "I don't believe I've encountered any of your fellows - unless your from the mountain beyond," he continued, gesturing back towards the mountain that contained The Maw, the glowing cave where he'd met Kyeza. She'd mentioned no Warlord, but the two of them seemed like two peas in a pod; large, intimidating, and inherently unsafe.
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