The Unknown

Bones dot a desert, and clouds of blood floated above towering mountains. The sun fueled the dryness, and night brings frostbite. You see cacti rarely, and food and water is scarce. What is this place? I am Callie, the long forgotten banished antlered wolf alpha, and welcome to "The Unknown".

ITS ALIVE
The Unknown surrounds Jamaa. This is my home, my life, and my memory. This is where I live, loved, and licked. Yes, I did lick the ground once.

You sniff the air, a distinct smell hanging everywhere. This place reeks of death, and the foulest is the decaying stench of the innocent. The reek floats everywhere. You can't get rid of it. It hangs onto you and me, and slowly feeds off of your hopes and dreams, your faith and hope, your strength. You can't get out of here. Never. You're here for a reason, and the reason will always drive you back here unless you make another world you can escape into.

Scarlet stains everywhere. The mountains have huge avalanches every hour. Deserts are full of abandoned mines and quick sand. It's a cruel world, and many had sacrificed themselves to end their sufferings. Others have been taken by The Unknown. It's not a place. It's a creature.

TO BE CONTINUED plz don't edit