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.


Valar Morghulis: All Men Must Die

What do we say to the god of death? Not today.


The female did not know what she was seeing, she was haunted by the traumatic past that had recently happened to her, and her mind blocked it out. One minute she had been playfully stalking her friend, looking forward to talking with Romulus again, and the next she saw the white monster attacking her. It felt like she was being broken all over again, even though there were no more physical wounds on her. The femme was not bleeding, though she saw and felt herself bleeding, her bones were no longer broken, though it felt like her limbs were still dislocated. She could not distinguish reality from her flashbacks, and she was afraid she was going insane. Nymeria did the only thing she could, she screamed. It was not just because she was afraid, but also because she was angry that she had let someone hurt her like this, why had she not fought back? She was not some helpless pup, she had been trained in fighting, and she knew she was skilled, but she had somehow almost gotten herself killed. She just wished she could remember what had happened.

Even though Ny’s wounds had healed, there was still evidence of what had happened to her. She was a wreck, her limb still gave her great pain and she often walked with a limp. She had not cleaned herself up properly since the attack, and there was still dried blood on her pelt. Her pelt itself was a wreck, growing in patchy now and she was skinnier than she had ever been. She could not remember the last time that she had eaten or had a proper meal. Nymeria’s yellow orbs focused back on what was in front of her when her friend yelled her name. At first she didn’t know who he was, but after he started speaking she knew it was Romulus, and relief washed over her. Whatever she had just witnessed in her mind was not real, what was real was Rom and that was what she needed to focus on. His face was then pressed on her neck as he asked who did this to her. Shame washed over her at his words, not sure what to say to him about the situation. ”I…I don’t know. I don’t know what happened to me…” Her voice trailed off, orbs closing, trying not to start crying even though she knew that Rom would not judge her.

Then the taller brute grabbed her with his teeth and pulled her over onto her back. She let out a startled yelp, but went limp under his jaws, trusting him even though she was embarrassed for him to see her in this condition. The brute continued to inspect every inch of her, even areas that no one had touched her before, and she reddened at his next question. She let out a meek and embarrassed, ”no…never…”, telling him that no one had ever touched her intimately before. Romulus seemed to be just as stressed out as she was, and nothing had happened to him. Nymeria felt bad for making her friend so worried, but before she could say anything to him he was straightening himself up, speaking to her once more. “Stand. Stand up, Nymeria. Get yourself into the water. I will help you clean.” The femme forced her limbs to move back under her, tail tucked and ears flattened in embarrassment about the state she was in. Ny limped over to the water, feeling the cool stream over her paws and she focused on the cold water instead of what was going on around her. She forced herself to move forward, one paw after the other, going deeper into the water, finally feeling clean. The blood that had dried and stuck to her pelt came off, leaving behind trails of red in the water as she looked over to her friend, whispering a final question to him, ”What’s wrong with me, Rom?” The femme could not look at him, even though he was blind he could still sense when she was looking at him, but she was too ashamed to even look in his direction.


**Nymeria**Ess**Loveless**No Pups**Moondown Shadows**Young Teen**Sister of Lady, Grey Wind, Summer, Rickon, and Ghost**Violet


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