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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The pressure of the cold water put his muscles at ease, releasing the tension and massaging his tumored spine. His legs became numb and tingled, a warning sign of paralyses soon to come. Sylus knew his fate, one day unable to move, see, or breath due to pain, and it scared the life out of him. He was terrified of the way he knew he would end up, not a soul caring for his existence and nobody to spend his last moments with. It was pitiful, and sometimes at night he would sob himself to sleep.

Letting go of such thoughts for now, he turned his fogged gaze back to the woman who was merely a blur, and listened in on her words as best he could beneath the roaring of the falls. Letting his greying jaws part, soft words filled the space between them, deep baritone lyrics dancing towards her waiting ears. "Nice to meet you, Miss Arwen. I do not belong to a pack, though I am sure cold summers is a wonderful place. May I ask what you are doing at the falls today?" He smiled, letting the tip of his tail twitch as much as it could in a friendly wave.

✝ Sylus ✝ Dragon ✝ Elder ✝ Unbound


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