When solid ground grows soft with emerald moss and rivulets of black mud, and coffee-colored water pours slowly around the trunks of densely carpeted trees, this marks the beginning of Laod Mor: the swamp of Blossom Forest. Time itself seems to slow to a soporific crawl . . . the humid jungle air grows stagnant, thick with the scent of rich flooded earth and an abundance of green things that can be found nowhere else—except perhaps Caidir Olc. In some areas of the swamp, water rises so high the only way to cross it is to crawl across fallen logs or massive roots arching from their liquid beds; in other places a wolf might wade easily through the mire—or find a fortunate stretch of mostly dry earth. Pieces of the great river, Glaesfaet Sceawere, also slice through from time to time: small falls that feed into surprisingly clear pools, only to terminate into tar-like pits. Of course, Laod Mor’s beauty shines brightest at night. Here, fireflies gather at all times of the year . . . suffusing the shadowy place with millions of twinkling lights.

Those looking to hunt here of course find a myriad of water prey, including caiman, turtles, fish, crayfish, otters, and toads.



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It was the faint rumble beneath her pillars that drew the tainted huntress to the place of seclusion. Subtle mist emitted from along the shelves of the falls, the thickening layers seeming to clasp around her well-structured silhouette as if enclosing her in her own little region. It wasn't often that she could convince herself that a place was as tranquil, although there had been little hesitation before her tainted appendages had leisurely stretched before her to act as a support for her cranium. Upon approach, the heartbeat of the chute had intensified in volume, sounding as a dull roar that thundered throughout her porcelain audettes and pounded beneath the smoothed surface in which she lay. However, she had managed to find some peace within the constant notion, her chilled portals surveying the small cascade of water impassively for a short moment's time before, despite her disapproval, her lids had begun to stubbornly slide closed.

OOC - Again, I'd like to apologize for the lack of content. I was extremely short on time. Her future posts will be better. <3

nimhe .x. of age .x. packless .x. unloved .x. controlled by kyleigh


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