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

Aggressive, over food and just about anything else, she glares into his venomous eyes with paler versions of the same color. His announcement seems to put her at ease, an unlikely response to the threat she just received. A smirk, and her eyes drop back to her meal before she dips her starlit crown and goes back to her grisly meal. Disjointed humming follows, between squelching swallows and the snapping of small bones. As if hearing his threat for the first time, Jaidah is suddenly up and moving, her sleek form a streak of black and star-studded death as she comes for him. Vicious, blood-stained daggers fly into his face from black sheaths. "You better strike first. You won't have time, I have a wicked thirst." She screams it at him, flagging her black and white spotted banner as she stops her attack.

As sudden as it began, Jaidah moves away from him, her entire pelt bristling in agitation before she lays back with the pup. Tilting that celestial tiara, she stares at her broken meal, contemplating life it would seem. Staring back to the male, the midnight goddess watches him. "You want to bite me, or you want to see? I am no toy, choose carefully, boy." It is on a honey coated growl that she ushers the invitation, perhaps feeling the same primordial pull as the white and black heathen before her. It is not a long time she will allow his body to be so separate from hers. She has decided. The queen has picked her phantom king.

"Mine." The intensely heated gaze practically stares holes in the male. The black demoniac queen wills his obedience in this, she doesn't care about the past, he will be hers. There is something that calls her to the heathen, something that thrills her about him, makes her heart beat faster. She makes a kill without killing when she looks in his venom green eyes, when she sees the equal measures of lust and disgust on his features. Her mind latches firmly around him in possession, devouring his duo toned face, the angles of his muscle lines and watching the way his face contorts when he processes her claim. Moving closer to him, Jaidah dips her crowned head, ears held back to show she will not strike him - provided he doesn't refuse her - and she runs her muzzle against his jaw.

A deep, rumbling sound not unlike a purr comes from her, jade widows pulling the shaded lids down as she drinks in his fragrance. Yes, the male will be hers, whether he wants it or not.

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


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