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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The ebonero smiled at Aindreas, but Aindreas’ own façade remained stoic and still, especially while the opposing brute spoke to him. Apologies, Aindreas. My name is Damian, I’m from Spring Grounds. I’m just seeking out any possible mates for my dear daughter. The brute exhaled deeply before sitting upon the damp earth. Aindreas’ own cranium cocked to one side and his lids narrowed as he examined the brute. He had heard of his name – this varg in front of his was an Alpha, one who had an alliance with his father, Kalgalath. Was it coincidence that Damian had found Aindreas, or did he know that Aindreas was Kalgalath’s son and seek to fully seal the alliance forever by binding the two packs?

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 reign is ending and I want to make sure my home is in the right hands. Aindreas nodded slowly, understanding the reason behind it. His experience with love was… distressing to say the least, and the idea of a logical marriage made between two vargs for political reasons seemed like a way to avoid the heartbreak and sadness.

Perhaps your daughter will not be so accepting of such an arrangement. However, if this is something that you and my father have discussed, I will at least meet her.

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




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