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.


I'll Leave the Ocean Behind

Once in a while we will find,

the sound of your heart beats with mine,

and when it's time

I'll leave the ocean behind...

Small whimpers escaped a pale muzzle as the first rays of bright sunshine began to make their way through the foliage. The agitation they caused to closed eyelids was enough to wake an unwilling she wolf from her slumber. Cordelia had been resting peacefully through the night under the cover of the large shrub that had become her head quarters. Dug under the plant was a ditch just big enough for her to curl up and spend the evening hours safely. It wasn't much, but it was home. Pale green orbs peeked open one first, then the other. Though the sunlight was nearly blinding to sleepy eyes, it was warm and toasty to the body. Quite a contradiction, really. At the same time that it demanded you wake up, the sun seemed to lull you back to bed. Or at least make you want to stay hidden away and warm forever.

The tan lady rolled onto her side and released a mighty yawn for a wolf her size, her soft pink tongue lolling out to one side. What a sight to see. Lazy legs gathered themselves and began the morning routine of stretches. One leg, two legs, three legs, four - and off she went to start her day. Her jaw smacked together a few times, nothing but a dry desert in there. With a side of that wicked morning taste. It had been many hours since the small girl had gotten a drink of water, which was obviously starting to take it's toll. Delia's first mission would be to quench her seemingly extreme thirst, and then maybe catch herself some breakfast.

The caramel lass had survived on a primarily bunny and bass diet after she had decided to stay in Blossom Forest. Since she rarely left her home by the river she had become a rather skilled fisherman and swimmer. From the fish her coat always had that healthy shine, and her body was always in tip top condition from swimming every day. She loved to spend her time bopping around the base of the falls, hoping for a friend to join her. She loved the company, but not many varg traveled out her way. And they never stayed long if they did happen upon her. She could never make them stay.

Is it me? Do I smell or something? I'll never find a pack of my own if I can't even maintain the company of a single wolf.

Delia mused, slightly disheartened, as she plodded toward the riverbed. Her small form bent forward, lapping up as much cool water as her stomach could stand. It was so refreshing, she hardly wanted to stop. Without really thinking of the consequences she shoved her whole head into the water, only to come roaring back out onto two back paws. Front legs flailed as her whole tan body shook away the liquid violently. Well, if she wasn't awake before... she is now. She chuckled quietly after another moment of thought.

Apparently a good soak is all you need to clear your mind.

How silly she was being, dwelling on such drama. Yet, how easy it was for her to slip into the mindset. She closed her eyes for a moment, the sounds of rushing water soothing her wandering mind. She wouldn't let herself get carried away like that again.

I've got to find someone to distract me, I think I might be going crazy.

Delia mumbled to herself, ironically proving her point without even trying. Fully reinvigorated, with stomach grumbling, Delia set off downstream alongside the river. After what seemed like half a day of walking she could finally see the drop off of the waterfall cascades. The sound of the water splashing off of the rocks below got more and more intense, as did her excitement. This was Delia's most favorite place. But then she spotted a white figure, sitting stone still below, and it was too much for her to handle. A nearly painful smile broke out across her face and she carelessly charged forward - like an overgrown pup, too excited to wait any longer. The rocky ground started to get slipperier as she got to the top of the falls, but the little lady trusted her paws.

A little too much apparently. Whilst trying to hit the brakes, she ended up skidding around a bit and missed the 'first step' boulder on her way down. She landed in a jumble a few feet below, but hardly noticed her predicament. She was too focused on the boy below. Wanting to impress this potential friend, she quickly recovered herself and called down,

Hello there! Welcome to the falls!

Then she popped down the rest of the way without casualty, taking extra care to stay upright now that she had called attention to herself. Though, she never checked for wounds after the first flop. As she hit solid ground she began to lope over with a lopsided smile plastered permanently on her maw. In her anticipation to meet a new friend she hadn't even noticed the cut on her head that resulted from her tumble down the rocks just moments ago.

I'm glad to finally see someone here, it's been weeks since my last visitor! What's your name? Are you from around here? Wait, jeesh, where are my manners? My name's Cordelia, but you can call me Delia if you'd like!

She spilled out cheerfully, paying not a single mind to the bit of blood that had begun to spill from above her eye. No, how could she notice? She was far too busy staring into the most enchanting set of eyes she had ever come across.

Cordelia x Damsel x 4 Years x No Lover x No Legacy x No Alliance

Puppet of Morgin


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