Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.


When The Reaper Steals Your S O U L [Azura]

Stormy Horizion

Stormy Horizion, the ceramic doll who had it all, and who had nothing at the same time. The lass whom had been plopped at the border of Blossom practically still suckling from her mother, and her ghostly brothers at her side the trio roamed blossom aimlessly, and despite losing her brothers to their hatred she had gained Ruik, and a pack, a home. A surrogate family to which to call her own. until her brothers had ruined that too. Bastard pups sired by her brothers came unbidden from her womb, casting Stormy's petite thundercloud physique into a spiral of self hatred and darkness.

Stormy had run from her demons, as far and as fast as she possibly could, tearing herself from every bond she had ever made and hurtling herself into the abyss that was the world outside of Blossom. What this steel dyed sylph had been searching for, even she did not know. Security, perhaps? Belonging, maybe? If Stormy had been seeking answers to the questions that plagued her life outside the walls of this sanctuary, she had not found them. What Stormy had found, was a world cruel, stripped of it's beauty and raped of innocence. Stormy found a place lacking the cover of trees and the lush carpet of ferns that Blossom provides. Stormy found a place that could never be a home.

However the thundercloud toned marionette stayed strong. She hunted and prowled and became a predator worth fearing, what Stormy lacked in answers and self worth she had gained in her ability to survive anything If Stormy could survive that harsh landscape of wasteland, she could also survive the heartbreak that had become the life she once lived. She could survive her home. At least that is what she had told herself when she returned to the security that was Blossom. However she did not return to the lands that had once belonged to her, no, Stormy did not crave leadership, but to serve.

And so the ashen hued lass found herself an army, Andre Seite, where the Satanican's ruled and perhaps, if you walked enough like them, and talked enough like them, the would allow you to survive in their presence. And that Quirno had, Stormy had done her due diligence, though unseen. Marking each border carefully at night, and finding a cozy place to lay in the sun, (or rain) each day, Stormy lived the life of a vampire, and with the roughness of the outside world, and the oddity of her waking hours, those near her feared her enough not to disrupt the petite lass.

However Andre had become silent, the red beasts that once ruled those lands had fallen to the shadows and Stormy found herself protecting a land that belonged to none. And so she left. If there was no king to serve in Andre she would find one elsewhere, however, Stormy had taken her sweet time deciding exactly which reign she would bow under, instead she roamed blossom, sleeping where she pleased, as she pleased. And that, is exactly what the ess was doing at this moment.

As the sun rose, and Stormy's energy sank, the overcast painted dancer moved toward the bubbling of water, at this hour, the land was deserted, and so, curling up upon the shore of this playful river, Stormy closed her amber optics, and faded into oblivion once more.

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