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 miss calling you m i n e


He watched with playful eyes as the cream ess looked around for him, but before she could turn her body he had appeared by her side in an instant. And her beautiful smile returned, making Pierce all the happier to have met her. It didn’t take a third time to get the charm, or in his case Cordelia. What had prompted Lupis to give this opportunity he would never know, but he would be eternally grateful if it all worked out. He could imagine bringing her back to the pack lands and presenting her as his Queen. His new found love, but it did strike upon him that he couldn’t rush her. He was a gentleman at heart. He would court her like he had been raised to and hopefully she would not be deterred by his old fashion ways. But he had to laugh at himself. He was acting like a pup!

I bet you’re really good at hide and seek! And he laughed even harder, and padded to a stop a his attempted to catch his breath. Delia replied with unmistakable enthusiasm, I didn’t mean to, but we’re headed toward my dean. Muscle memory took over I guess. We’re nearly there, actually! Look! Pierce took a cursory glance at the shrub in front of him. He was confused, there was no hole leading into a den or a cave that could support a den. He looked to his side for Cordelia but she had shot up ahead of him and into the shrub. He paws stepped lightly towards the shrub, his tiger embers scanning for the entrance, when his princess’ head poked out. It’s not much compared to a whole territory… but wadda ya think Sir Pierce? Pierce looked down into her creamy green eyes and smiled gently. “Very cozy for one.” He chuckled lightly before padding over to the water.

His pearly whites opened and released his pink tongue to the cool water’s surface. The clear liquid slipped down his throat with ease. His tiger embers focused onto the reflective surface, his rippled reflection stared back at him with an easy smile lifting his lips. His neck muscled strained to turn his head back to Cordelia. Her creamy fur mingled with the brush making her a shadow in the depths. “Why did you pick such a secluded spot Miss Cordelia?” He voice held a note of concern, but he could understand her need for solitude. It had been his reasoning for visiting the falls or staying under the grand Oak at Spring Grounds.

"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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