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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"Have we... met? Sir, my name is Aindreas, not son. My problems are my own, but seeing as you have sought me out, I would ask what business it is that you have with me." A smile came over the raven Kings face once more. He could be it. Lucaya would have to obey however. His eyes looked to the falls next to them. "Apologies Aindreas. My name is Damian, I'm from Spring Grounds. I'm just seeking out any possible mates for my dear daughter."

He sat down on his rump with a sigh. His blue orbs looking into the ghosts own. "She's nearly fit to rule and I seem to be coming to my end of my ruling. My lover left me with the carcass of one of my own sons and my pack has grown hungry. Food is scarce by us and the ground has become muddy and almost quicksand like. My rein is ending and I want to make sure my home is in the right hands."

”We are possessed . . . We're all fucked in the head, alone and depressed.”
OOC: I know hun, Lucaya was going to probably flip. :)

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


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