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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On the frontlines of war

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We have to find a better way




The war was long, the war was agony. Being just am innocent adolescent and being forced into the war was mortifying for such a young thing. But the war wiped clean the clan that was the shows of the land. His three sisters, two brothers and parents were lost the final night. The ambush killed his brothers and father. Then the merciless enemies attacked the rest of the pack. They brutally murdered the women and there youths. Astounded by how something of the same species as he could do such a heartless thing, he somewhat seemed revenge, but the he knew somehow that they're were to many. How many there were, he never knew.

He had decided to leave and start a new chapter in his life. He needed to forget and move on from the bloody mess that stained his old home. The smell of blood itself often made him lose his appetite, eating was sometimes hard to do. He found his way to the falls, his heart yearned to see the spirit of someone, anyone from his family that he had lost that night. The rumors of this place had caught his ear once a few nights ago, making him begin his journey. He rested in the shallows, admiring the crystal clear fluid that ran through his fur.

He closed his eyes and pictured his family. He sighed in sorrow, his hopes of seeing his beloved parents and siblings when he opened his eyes were slim and he knew it.


"And I will stand my ground until the end"

:: Mabbit :: Adult :: Demon :: Mate :: Heirs :: Home :: -Cris'Girl- ::
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'Till we conquer them all


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