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.


The Fatal Optimist


His ears pricked at the sound of disturbed water, but his eyes remained closed. The ghost didn’t want to lose his peace. Not yet at least. He sat like s few more moments before a voice entered his mind, "Hello, Rift.” the femme that has approached is talking to the splashing creature but she does not stay there for long. “I do believe that we haven't met yet. My name is Blackwolf and you are?" “You may call me Pierce.”

Pierce opens his lids revealing his glittering tiger embers, “Are you part of Spring Grounds or have visited it at all? I am the Omega and suspect that Damian hasn't changed my rank?" The wolfess, Blackwolf, seemed almost befuddled by her own statement, that came out more like a question. Pierce looked to the splashing wolf, Rift and then back to his packmate. “Blackwolf, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. He nodded his head gently letting her more gentleman side show through. “I am a member of Spring Grounds, but I am also the Beta of Spring Grounds. And you do not reside as omega any longer. You have moved up rank to Zeta. Congratulations are order, madam.” Pierce let a small smile slip across his features, he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable around him.

"Optimism is fatal in my experience," He growls.

{Pierce} :: {Brute} :: {Adult} :: {Tied to None} :: {Beta of Spring Grounds} :: {Related to None}


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