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R O U G E

As thunder clouds rolled in from on above, one, lone wolf plodded down a dusty trail, his regal head held high and his optics glazed over in agony. The male's pelt became drenched in the somber rain and it hissed onto the dry dirt, sucked into the ground that was dying from lack of the liquid. Rouge was his calling, mainly placed on him by his mother from his mixed coat color. It ranged in deep red hues from the darker blotches at his back to lighter splotches on his legs and facial areas. Accented with bright blue orbs, Rouge was certainly a looker. Still, it hadn't gotten him far as a bachelor; his eyes had been blind to his one childhood love, Kohia. At the name a rush of emotions coursed through the brute's veins, anywhere from love at first sight to irateness at her cruel doings.

Crimson Rock had finally fallen. Rouge inwardly cursed at the thought. He'd let it fall. He'd let down his pack when he ran away from the responsibility he had tried to overtake. It had been too much; the pups that didn't accept him, the female's prejudice, and lastly, Kohia's love affair. His own mate and pack Alpha! The thought of Kohia with that scrambling, mangy little brute Achilles made him want to howl his despair to the sky's out limit, so the world would know how hurt that filthy lying vixen had made him hurt. So. Why was he here now, in this practically barren wasteland before him? A now muddy trail lay before Rouge and he paused, slowed by his thoughts instead of what he had become for days now; propelled onward and away from his pack only by the deep, burning rage of regret and vengeance.

It was a sudden change in the usually more placid wolf; his heart was hurting, just like it had when his parents had abandoned him. But here was his chance. Here was his one last attempt to redeem himself, to prove to everyone he had what it took to be an Alpha. He'd show them all. Rouge began his fast paced trek again, his pillars pumping as he jogged across the trail, keeping in the drier spots if possible. As the trees grew denser the more he went along, Rouge knew this was the place he was meant to find. Instinctively his nares sniffed the forest floor, and in finding no scent, he left his own. This was his turf now. "I challenge the Alpha here, and if none, I claim as my own!" Rouge's voice had lost all of it's tenor likeness, and instead he sounded formidable, a good opponent to any wolf in it's prime. "Krivsang. That's the name it shall be."

ooc- ugh. Horrible, but it suffices, correct? xD

K R I V S A N G

Krivsang. A mixture of meanings, Kirvsang was derived from "redemption" and "blood". It might take a bit of time for the regular traveler to match either up, seeing as it doesn't relate to a forest at all, much less the other word, but this forest is stunning, regardless of the ominous namesake. Leaves shimmer in stunning colors during both the fall and summer seasons; almost as if the land is on a different time zone than the rest of Sobibor. The leaves do fall once winter casts it's icy grip on the country, but they come back quickly, in astonishing shades of verdant colors. Krivsang is a quiet forest, populated with much deer and rabbits; perfectly suited to the canine diet. Any wolf would do well here, and the land is highly coveted for it's scenery and game. Out in the eastern part of the land is a large rock; perfect for the occasional pack meeting grounds. The perfect place for redemption . . . and blood.