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

Stormy Horizion

As the sun rose cautiously over the horizon, it painted the earth with hues of pinks and yellows, and for a moment, just a snapshot of time, the entire earth was still. However, the sun soon rose above the ever chilling earth, creating a pretense of warmth, despite the flakes of frost that clung desperately to the ground. Stormy, however, was oblivious to her surroundings. The petite young wolfess had spent the night slinking through the underbrush of blossom. She had moved through the terrain that was Andre Seite, she had slipped across staircase falls and traveled carefully around Leisure lake. In fact, stormy had walked most of Blossom while the stares twinkled silently above her.

The silence and solitude of the night both comforted Stormy, and terrified her. The slender young lass took comfort in being alone, the farther she remained from others, the more protected she was. However, a small wolfess traveling alone at night was an easy target for any wolf looking for trouble, and so Stormy spent most of her quiet evening, looking over her steel toned shoulder, amber optics staring into the darkness while the fear in her stomach ate away at her insides. Finally, however, the girl collapsed, thoroughly exhausted and unable to go any farther the thundercloud dancer laid upon the earth and watched as evening colors faded slowly into grays, and just as the first rays of pinks began to streak across the sky, heavy eyelids fell shut and Stormy succumbed to a sleep so deep, she might never have awakened.

This, though, was not meant to be the end of this overcast hued queen. A sharp yelp came unbidden from her lips as harsh daylight streamed suddenly into her eyes, blinding the slender danseuse and causing her to recoil. The girl sat up slowly, blinking away the spots in her vision and struggling to place the dull ache in her side. Slowly a wolf came into focus and her ears flattened slightly, hackles, raised themselves unbidden as the she wolf sized up the wolf before her, amber toned gazers searching the knight for hostility. However, Stormy only found confusion painted in his optics and so the pixie lowered her hackles. And unable to help herself, a sarcastic question escapes her lips.

"Do you always run over girls in the middle of the day, or did you make an exception just for me?"

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