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


Small minute emotions were flickering across the ghost’s face as he stared into his own embers. And kindness he had intended in his reply hadn’t been apparent. His little princess’s pinnae fell back upon her crown and she held back a moment before coming to his side. Her head drooped low to the water but she did not partake in its cool embrace. It was all I could find, I dug it out myself! I can't defend myself and the river provided food and water. No one ever comes this far out, so I was safe. And I'm not great at making friends, so finding a pack was out of the question. It's not as bad as it seems, I guess. Her soft vocals echoed off the water’s surface. Pierce craned his neck to look at his princess. Her bodice has risen up again and her rump landed with a soft thump of the pebble bank. Their eyes meeting and both equally lost in the other. Maybe you could show me what a real territory looks like…? I bet the dens are lovely and big enough for two or more!

Pierce broke from his trance and blinked slowly thinking about what she had just said. Was he imagining the questioning tone, the hope and wanting that lingered in her voice? Pierce felt the heat inside of him rising. His colorless fur was sleek making his well trimmed muscles more defined and his chiseled features more apparent. Pierce thought about how he would bring her to Spring Grounds. She would love it there! Everyone would love her, but with all the turmoil within the pack maybe he ought to wait..? Pierce shook his head subtly. No. There is nothing wrong. She would be safe with me.” The knight was surprised, having Cordelia around would mean he had someone else to think about. Someone to protect. Someone to care for and maybe even love eventually. They could share his den or maybe they would make a new one under the oak… that was an idea!

And maybe you could even show me your tree?

The white knight snapped to attention as Cordelia’s muzzle brushed into the underside of his jaw line. His mouth was in a taught firm line all of his muscles tensed. Had he been too blind to see the signs of her affection? Pierce relaxed after a few seconds his crown leaning down on hers, bringing her into the curvature of his body. His crown lowered by hers caressing her gently before his head raised back into attention. His head slightly turned to look down into his queen’s frothy green pools; his kissers pulled back into a gentle, reassuring smile. “Would you like to accompany me back to Spring Grounds this evening? You could share my den with me tonight and if you feel up to it we can watch the stars under the Great Oak.” Pierce’s ember gaze looked back towards his home lands, she would love it there. He reassured himself mentally. He could really only hope that she would take his invitation. Not that he couldn’t find an excuse to come back here the next day or the day after that and so on…

Pierce looked back to Cordelia, his tiger embers searched for his princess’s foamy green oceans. It was a gentle gaze but he hoped with a deeper longing that she would come back with him. The sun rays were starting dip below the horizon and the shadows were beginning to creep forth and consume the underbrush. “I couldn’t think to leave you here alone tonight…”

"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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