Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.


Don't take me for n a Ô v e {ScarletScythe//Arion}

Donít take me for n a i v e

Bloody paws stepped lightly over the soft earth, no sounds echoing off the rocks. The sun rays were starting to break through the foggy morning air, and the heat waves were starting crash over the land. The only reprise came when the clouds that drifted aimlessly happened to wander over the sunís glaring gaze. Her onyx fur was glistening with small sweat droplets as she made her way back towards the cover of the forest. Her soft green eyes roamed over the land, but any wolf that passed her by was already preoccupied with anotherís company, but she was also seeking peaceful solitude rather than rambunctious company.

The stones had struck her as odd but incredibly beautiful and awe inspiring but she chose not to linger and burn in the sunís deadly rays. The brush combed back the black blood fur as she crossed through the barrier of trees. The shadowy tendrils encompassed her bodice, swallowing her whole, though she minded naught. The silent cool air gave her time to reflect, and calm her mind. Though she never calmed her thoughts, her mind was collected and boxed into portions of time. She had learned to compartmentalize her life, not simply as good or bad but as learning, teaching, growing and so on and so forth. She knew the good and the bad, but without one the other could not exist. They were like quarrelling lovers. They canít stand each other, but they canít live without each other. Lifeís obvious contradiction in motion and she, Cheyanna, loved it. It was her reminder of how there was always a reason for the bad, and even the ďgoodĒ. Though the term good was subjective to her. Her first love had been good for her family but awful for Cheya. She was abused and harassed by her so called lover, and in an effort to keep herself and their unborn pups alive she left. But he found her. He always did. And he ripped her apart emotionally, and through this trauma her body rejected the litter of pups. Her miscarriage almost killed her as well.

But here she was. Alive, in a cracked case. She had her scars to remind her of her fatherís lesson of disobedience, and her motherís apathetic love. There was nothing remotely normal about her old family and pack, but she made it out and there was no use going back or even contemplating what could have been.

Cheyanna lifted her eyes from the pebbly ground finding herself facing a sheer cliff face that was clouded over. She smiled to herself and started her trek up the cliff face. Her careful paws treading lightly on the slick stones, but she made it up without caustic wounds. And the world below her glittered in the late morning mist. This is what she had lived for; she lived for the beauty of the world she now called home. An opaque rainbow glimmered above her head and she smiled yet again, maybe she wouldnít mind company to share the beauty.

*Cheyanna*/\*Angelica*/\*No Realtions*/\*No Ties*/\*No Home*/\*Adult*/\*Alesana*


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