Poppy Meadows

These lands have known the taste of blood. Droplets of wine once drenched the tall grasses and stained the poppies with their flavor, favoring the victor during times of celebration. This place is one where wolf and deity alike fed their grievances with bloodletting; brother fought brother, their scarlet mark the mark of sin. It was here the Rivals fought until the earth shook, splitting the land in two. The damage was so great they promised to never again allow their anger to affect the wolves on earth. These fields are revered as holy land - no battles are to be fought here, otherwise one runs the risk of being cast out. It is said that wherever a poppy blooms, its petals are the heralds of tragedy.