Here is where I am, where we are.

It never leaves us, for we can be nowhere but where we are.

Here is simply a status, and not a place. For while we call it a land, it is forever changing it's boundaries.

Perhaps you find us in a swamp, though next day we may be in a cave. You simply have to find where we are, and you will have arrived here.

permitting your entry, ♥ aetara and kaidron

the land is grotesque, disgusting, sickening. it smells like rotting corpses and flowers at the same time. black roses flourish in this land. it looks like it was once a colorful valley but all the colors were sucked out. the dirt is gray and there are shreds of grass here and there. there is a small pond for drinking and that's about it. if you're a wolf that lives here, you'd better be a damn good hunter because the only food here is boars, bears, cougars and buffalo. and they're rare. this place looks like a bad dream. the trees are twisted, distorted and black as tar. the sky is always gray and barely ever is that beloved sapphire hue. there are caves with a bit of grass if a horse decides to live here. there is also an old tomb that lies somewhere deep in the lands, full of mutilated corpses and other remains of both equines and canines. in several places here, there are repulsive stagnant pools of rotting bodies that never seem to rot completely.
i'd think twice before entering this land. it is run by a cruel queen named skeleton christ and she will mutilate you without a second thought. no one rules by her side and it most likely will never happen.

Better known as the ‘Place of The Skull’ these lands are arid, desolate and harsh. Only the finest physical specimens and those with the deepest reserves of grit and determination can survive here. Those with physical weaknesses will be immediately rejected by this land’s ruler. There is one little oasis hidden inside a giant termite mound; the realm of the Amazon Queen, Kastarte. Only members of her Elite herd have access, and it will be heavily guarded, with no other sources of grass and water for miles on end. The land itself is cracked, bone dry, terracotta colored badlands with little dead shrubs scattered around as far as the eye can see. Enter at your own risk; Queen Kastarte’s wrath is that of legend. Tread lightly, stranger.