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.


Way of the Warrior [ Damian ]

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The Way of the Warrior

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All was quiet, as it had been for months, but as of late it had been full of whimpering and cries for attention. It was clear that Hocus Pocus had never planned on being a mother and had no desire to keep the pups that they had sired and damed, but Aindreas had been firm on one thing - she could not leave the pups until they were weaned from her. Though it was possible for pups to be raised without the benefit of their mother's milk, they often did worse. The milk supplied them not only with nutrients, but with antibodies and warmth. Hocus had accepted it, though was quite unhappy about the situation she was in.

Aindreas had always wanted a family, but he had not wanted it to be like this. He wanted to find a femme for him to love and spend the rest of his life with, but instead he was continually investing himself into faes who proceeded to leave him. What was the point any more? But here he was with multiple pups born out of wedlock and out of love. He refused to abandon him as his own mother had abandoned him, but it certainly made life more interesting, if that was the word to use to describe his situation.

The ivoro needed a break however, to figure out his life and to figure out where to go from here. He would need aid in watching all of the little rascals or else he would never be able to hunt or run the patrols that he was responsible for. That was what brought him to his father's favorite spot, up on top of Staircase Falls, to think about the future that was lain at his paws. His arctics studied the water that ran in front of him, the cold water still trekking along despite the encroaching ice that had started at its edges.

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||Aindreas|| ||No Mate|| ||Moondown Shadows - Epsilon|| ||Adult|| ||*Azura*||


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