Plots
A howl burst across the night sky, piercing the ears of the living. Blood red eyes burst through the dark of night, heavy paws pounded the soft ground of darkness. A black pelt zipped by the moving meadow, his eyes locked on the fire ahead, his haunting pack trailed in behind him. he felt the heat of the flames, the warmth of death. His stone cold heart pounded with adrenaline as he approached the flaming forest, his silver eyes mocked the helpless animals running for their lives, in fear of the beauty. A small smirked laid on his lip, his long fang dripped blood of the innocent. the full moon shone brilliantly in the sky, letting the ripples of light burn down on his black pelt, making his shoulders look as if the plunged out of his pelt. He flicked his ear for his pack to sit behind him, to watch the marvelous show. as the fire reflected of the eyes of the demon they shown a beautiful red, his irises rimmed silver. "Khaz!" a wolf moved in beside him, his white pelt glimmered brighter than his. Khaz drew his lip back and snapped at him to move. but the wolf did not. "Help them!" the white wolf growled, as the fire spread over to the pack surrounding them, the fire was enclosing on the pack and Khaz did not move, his eyes locked on the white wolf, hatred burned in his red eyes. "Go away! i can handle my pack on my own." he drew his lip back as he snapped. The wolf stood back a little, he saw a little fear in his eyes. "I said leave Naomi!" he growled as he back her away till the base of the fire, the last he saw was her piercing blue eyes disappearing in a dust of star. he drew his lip back in disgust, his pack sat motionless as the fire engulfed them, the silver red eyes pierced through the fire as he watched his son, sitting outside as he was told. the big brute dipped his head to his son and narrowed his eyes. "The Akuma pack lives on." he growled as the flame dispersed and they moon burned red that night, the little gray wolf sat motionless, he snorted and growled," Suits yourself." and left the ashes of his now ancestors, the same eyes as his father possessed Draven moved on to form, now his pack, Akuma. he disappeared among the trees and leaving the pile of ashes to laying the center of the scared Field, his father's pack laid in the ashes of hell, hunting endlessly in the fires of the night, hunting the wolves that wold pass his scared land. New packs have moved in and have set their camp here for centuries, Not knowing about their acient acestors who room the pits of hell. The sacred Feild still laid in the middle of the packs land, But on a cold dark night the lunar Eclipse comes to pass, and when it does the Akuma pack will come back to take what is thiers, and won't stop till they get it. Even if that means they have to kill all who live their. Join the battle of good and evil:http://frostedspirits.proboards54.com/index.cgi .

Season & Weather
.::Fall:.
-- Fall is approaching and prey is running scarce. the pack are also preparing for the snow that will fall very soon. breeding season is still here but not as strong.