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Fall, Year 1

Season changes: Dec, 21st
Forecast: Nidria has been swept into the full force of fall, leaves scatter the forest floors
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October 23rd • New regulations for Mundane have been added via your vote! Please take a look in the affinities section of the guidebook to see the updates

October 13th • The moon is full! Use this time wisely!

Sept 23 • Fall has started!

Sept 21 • The harvest festivel Lurid has begun here!

Aug 31 • We are almost there!! Once the site officially launches lots will be happening including our first SWP, so please take this time to get your bearings!

July 25 • Solanacaea is officially in a soft open!! Keep in mind this means some minor things may be unfinished or buggy so please be patient! Thank you <3

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[AW] A stranger in a strange land [OPEN]

This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Male
Age 5
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© pirate-reaper

Aching limbs stumbled, heavily plodding along the dew-wet earth beneath him with each footfall. The charcoal colored male wove through the trees and brush of the forest absentmindedly, in a sort of auto-pilot state.

His situation wasn’t a necessarily complicated one - in fact, he’d hardly put any real thought into what he was doing, really. He’d just started walking one day, and his wandering hadn’t stopped since. What exactly he was trying to locate - if anything - was a mystery even to himself, be it some physical place or some feeling.

But something drove him on, farther and farther from his home, far into what was completely and totally alien to him. It probably didn’t help that he hadn’t seen anyone in quite some time, either. The male honestly wasn’t sure if it was the product of dumb luck or some sort of misfortune. The glint of light playing distantly on water broke whatever numbing spell his wanderlust had over him for a moment, and male became suddenly aware of his own thirst and protesting muscles.

A short rest couldn’t hurt, he thought as he shifted his attention toward the small pond he’d spotted by chance between the trees. His head dropped low, giving the surface a tentative sniff before he began to drink, watching the ripples of water distort his reflection. Something for him was out there, he knew. The question for now was - was it here?

“Da'onte is speaking”

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