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.

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- I'M ALREADY UNDER YOUR SKIN!
IP: 96.32.174.15

'Cause I'm the big bad wolf
NOW LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!

Her song ends as she swallows the strip of meat she holds between her paws, the musk of male hitting her nose so sharply she nearly recoiled. Black flecked, jade eyes raise from her heinous meal to land upon the half-masked boy, her gaze cold and reptilian as she raked it down his white and black body. Black velvets raise to show bright, bloodstained fangs the likes of which have slain many wolves in her lifetime. Star-studded tiara dips as she growls so deeply the reverberations would vibrate even his chest, her ears pressed in defensive posture as she hovered over her meal. Sleek, black body is tense, so much so that the white flecked stars seem to twinkle on her midnight pelt, but she does not blink, her eyes never waver from the male who dares taint the air with those filthy words. Words she cannot stand, she understands, but she abhors speech. This does not stop the necessity of such things, and so the savage woman answers the only way she knows how to the inquiring male,

"Jaidah." She does not lie, her mind not allowing the room to construct fanciful tales of whimsy and sugar-coated words. Jaidah stares the other down, though there is no other evidence of aggression save the wrinkling of her nose and a short warning growl. He seemed too awestruck to be a threat, and he had not bolted as soon as he spotted her. There would only ever be two kinds of wolves who react this way - those who kill their own, and those who hunt the ones like her. Monster, they call her.

Demon.

Abomination.

They yell so loudly, the voices of her birth pack, her crimes she refused to see as such. Whirling in the labyrinth that is her mind, the voices grow louder and louder the more she stares at the male, her sins on display in a video-like reply within her own brain. Shaking her head, she rids herself of Mother and Father, the Great Shaman - who had cursed her - and his priests. They would not condemn her, Jaidah was above condemnation in her own head, and so it was in her world. She willed it, and the universe made it happen. Today would be no different, and she decides the male is worth rolling her tongue in her mouth to make speech. "Why do you stare? Want it? Take it, if you dare." She dares him, side stepping to open the pup to him. Should he come to take her offer, this dare that is plain on her face, Jaidah will strike. Should he not, she may think him odd - or rude - and simply accept his presence and continue her twisted feast.

FEMALE - ADULT - 38 IN/169LBS - HEARTLESS - NONE SHARE HER BLOOD - LONER


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