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.


Why am I such a mess? (Aindreas&Eden)

She had left him. Once again.
She'd ask herself each time. And with each leave, she grew to understand that all it was was fear. Fear of the unknown.. Fear of change.
Before the tragic destruction of her home, Alleria was the perfect alpha- a perfect leader. But that dreadful morning came and something changed in the fae. Something found itself into her mind and her heart that transformed the once all-mighty wolfess that she was. She was suddenly afraid. Of everything. She was insecure about herself, although she put up a facade of complete composure. Her emotions were in turmoil. They resembled the likes of a tornado, rather than a whirlwind.
And it was because of this that the defenses went up. An unseen fortress was built around the aching heart of hers. This, she thought, was why she left. Why she always left.

Whenever she'd come back she'd feel the guilt that she tried so desperately to suppress during her absence. She understood that what she toyed with wasn't something small, albeit fragile, yes, but she toyed with the heart of someone who so willingly opened their arms to her. And she understood that one day, Serris wouldn't welcome her back so lovingly- so easily.

The water of the falls was placid. It calmed her down for a little while. It allowed her to think, and to simply be. She had begun to think about him again. Him, Munashii, her family. Maybe the members of Munashii would've been her family, too, had she not chosen to leave them so often.
Maybe she'd try and get to know them more. Maybe she may even create new relationships she never knew could exist with her.

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