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.



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His mind was now poisoned as he alone seemed to stand and rule Spring Grounds. He was getting older and it wouldn't surprise him much if an attacker managed to defeat him now. Lucaya was getting older as well but the girl had barley ever left Spring Grounds. Or she'd be off doing who knows what.

Every day was a loop of the one before almost. Until about a week ago. His lover, his Queen had taken the life of their very son. Lucaya had ran off in a hysterical fit. Yet the King wasn't too keen on finding her. She would always come back. But then Kanaya . . . She'd been coming and going for a while. Now she seemed to have disappeared from his radars.

He needed the company of his three children. Thyrius was never around either. He needed them to have a family meeting again but he knew that calling them all together would be useless. He sighed as he made his way to the waters edge. The falls were so soothing.

He began to lap up the waters - that's when it hit him. He could have another son. It just wouldn't be blood. A smirk came to his face. Lucaya just needed a mate. Then he could safely retire. Kanaya didn't seem to be a thought in his head. She was unattached enough to up and leave him, then why should he worry?

He looked to the sky for answers, yet a blinding white caught his eye. IT was cold, yes. But there was no snow yet. His eyes were starting to go bad, he moved closer, going up to the top of the falls.

There he found what may even be the newest member of the family. A son. ”Hello, son. You seem to be worried. Something bothering you?" He asked, his blue eyes looking this male up and down. He could be fit to rule with Lucaya. He was healthy, fit looking. The raven King smiled at the pearly boy.

”We are possessed . . . We're all fucked in the head, alone and depressed.”

:: Damian :: Adult :: Titan :: Lover to Kanaya :: Father of Lucaya, Signless, & Thyrius :: King of Spring Grounds :: -Metalhead- ::


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