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.


Demons Inside Command Me

I want you to h u r t, want you to b l e e d.

The female was not expecting company, she didn’t want it. What she wanted to do was kill, rip the throat out of some innocent being and watch them bleed at her paws. She didn’t care who it was or whether or not they deserved it. The only thing that she cared about was making another being hurt, as she felt she had been hurt, to make a living soul beg for their life, and have their life stolen from them at her doing. The demoness saw nothing wrong with her thoughts, or that it may affect the well-being of others that may be affected by them if she were to act on these thoughts. Her facial expression seemed to always be a constant snarl, ready to snap at any and all that may approach her. Though she did not think she would be approached with the obvious anger and aggression that she was giving off.

But then, she was approached by another female. Valkyrie snarled at the approaching being, warning them away from her, yet they continued to approach her, even speaking to her. Her brown orbs watched every movement of this unknown female, daring her to get any closer and to be within striking distance of her dangerous ivories. She would not hesitate to take her anger out on this being, even if she had done nothing wrong to her. The russet demoness questions the stranger, asking what they truly want of her and what their words mean. But she gets no answer. Instead, the female has the nerve to just walk away, strutting through the trees as if she owned the place. Valkyrie snarled at the body that vanished through the trees. Better that she leave rather than anger the female anymore and make her act more violently. She thought she was alone once more, but then two others slinked towards her from the trees. How was she giving off any vibes that she wanted to be approached? An irritated snarl escaped her once again as the two brutes came towards her.

The darkly pelted brute approached her, meeting her brown gaze as he spoke, "My interests are singular in quality and you, my dear, happen to meet the criteria." He speech was almost a growl, and she returned it with a growl of her own, as he sniffed about her, getting to close for her comfort. "Do you seek vengeance for your pain? Destruction for your ruined soul? Take it out on the world. Let them all feel your fury. Join us in Malignant Felicity and you will get all the chaos your pretty little heart could ever ask for." He purred the last words at her as his gaze bore into her own. There was something about him that was intriguing, and for once she remained silent, listening to his words. Maybe she wouldn’t take her anger out on this one and would instead ally herself with one that showed some similarities to herself. ”So tell me, what does this Malignant Felicity want in return for my service to a pack?” She was blunt, and would not sugar coat her questions. She knew that wolves did not join a pack for a free ride, alphas and leaders required payment and she needed to know what the alpha of this pack would require of her.

The brute continued to speak, The shadows are hungry and it's time we all heed their call. I am Devil May Cry. What may I call you?" This, Devil May Cry pauses his speech, waiting for her name no doubt. Her brown orbs bore into his, looking to see if there was something in there that she could trust, and maybe there was. ”Valkyrie.” She spoke the single world, not elaborating on anything about herself. Her business was still her own. "What do you say? Do you need more convincing?" And it was at this point that the brown and black brute spoke up. Her gaze was like daggers at him. She didn’t trust him at all. He had remained silent, until now, while Devil had spoken to her, and not with just a threat as it seems this other brute was doing with his words, “You'll find that we can be quite persuasive...” Valkyrie looked on to the two brutes. Even though she may not be as large as them, she was strong, very well-muscled and more than capable of holding her own in a fight. She was not afraid of them, even when they tried to threaten her, even if they were veiled threats. ”And you two think that threatening me, even if they are veiled threats, will make me want to join this pack?” Her stance remained as it was when they approached her, on guard, ready to defend herself if either of them showed the slightest hint of harming her.

Table and Picture Credit to the lovely Mimi <3

**Valkyrie**Dragoness** Mother of Apollonia**Mate to Azeal**No Pack**Adult**Violet**


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