Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.



You can't break me
Hurricane of Mexico, the dark knight who forgot even himself. He sat upon his haunches before the slender young lass, first words of confusion, then a compliment to put her at ease, however, Hurricane was unsure as to why exactly he stayed, talking to this young wolfess whom knew nothing. A vixen who carried no answers. And answered were what this dark gladiator wanted. The would be king knew naught of the dark beast which lurked within his breast, the monster who hid within his own skeleton, and should this tender young lass rub the midnight painted knight the wrong way, the trembling pleas for help would die upon her smiling kissers.

In this single moment in time however, the young princess sat perched delicately before the regal knight, his massive frame towering above her, lightning hued optics seeming to shatter her confidence. And then, without warning nor explanation the uniquely toned femme before him began to speak, her words starting smooth, however unsure. And suddedenly a dam shattered within her and words poured out, her past, her demons, her very soul bared before the beast, teardrops tracing her delicate cheekbones. Kayana's seemingly petite frame trembled in agony at the toll these pain stricken words had taken upon her skeleton. The bi colored lamia appeared to be begging for kindness, for help.

However if this valkyrie hoped to find sympathy within this dragon's dark heart, the shadow and blood canvased wolfess was mistaken, instead of the kindness this desperate girl begged for, an annoyed growl slipped from between Hurricane's kissers, a single fang bared in irritation. "next time sweetheart, save your trouble for someone who cares"

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OOC: sorry he's such a bitch. He cant help it sometimes
Hurricane of Mexico
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