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.


I Just Want You to Know Who I Am

The cinnamon ess padded softly across the terrain. Turquoise seers gazed into the path ahead. For the time she had been here, which had been a while, she was calmed by this place. The memories of the war were just starting to fade out, since Ylva had a more positive mindset nowadays.

The woman could tell you all about the war if she wanted to. It was bloody, and she had lost her two brothers and father. Where was Mabbit? Unfortunately, Ylva had witnessed her mother's murder. Along with her one sister's. The cinnamon had been up in a tree, placed by herself as a scout. She knew her father did not like her getting involved in the war, but Ylva was determined. At the moment of her mother and sister's death time, several opposing males had approached them, circling. Ylva remembered watching her sister huddle close to her mom, while her mom tried to put up a fight. Her mom came out with heavy wounds, soon dying after she couldn't protect her daughter. The smaller wolf, Ylva's sister, had an instant, but gorey death, her throat ripped out.

Ylva soon found herself at Staircase Falls. This was one of the many pretty places in Blossom which she enjoyed. Her turquoise eyes scanned over the scenery, spots of other wolves dotting it's beauty. She noticed one wolf, a ebony brute, laying in shallow water. Is he hot? Ylva thought. That would be the only reason for him laying in the water, right?

Her silent steps moved closer to this brute. She remained out of sight and scent, hopefully, staying behind the brute. This titan reminded her of Mabbit, but yet she was still going to "ask". Approaching the side of the shadow, she spoke. "It was hectic, huh, Mabby?" The nickname was a name she had given him when they were pups, and really, Ylva was the only one to do this. She was a source of happiness sometimes in those dark times.

"Soothing Words" Graceful dances.

OOC - I hope it's alright that I said that the mother and one sister were killed....different perspective, perhaps?

/ Lass /\\ Young Adult /\\ Bonds /\\ Heirs /\\ Home \\
// Rosie <3 \\


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