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.


I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall (NeMO)

Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death


The two white males continued to push closer and closer, as if they could never get enough of each, as if they could not be close enough and could not touch enough. Growls were exchanged as their jaws interlocked and they both fought to gain dominance over the other, a familiar game that the two had previously played. Normally Ghost would not want to be with someone else that was dominant, but with NeMO it felt right, and he couldn’t imagine it being any different. And so he took it a shock when he felt the other brute push his flesh into Ghost’s fangs, drawing blood to the surface. He knew that his lover enjoyed the taste of blood, but did he as well? He had no idea and it felt weird to have another being’s crimson fluid in his mouth without him trying to hurt the other being. The only times he had tasted blood was during fights, when his goal was to maim and injure and kill. But this was different. It went one step further with him when NeMO began to pull himself away, and instead of releasing him Ghost instead had the urge to hold on, so he did so, feeling his fangs scrape along the jaw of the other brute, and a purr rumbled in his throat.

The two sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before they began to speak again. And then things changed, something was wrong, he said the wrong thing. Ghost was not the type to talk about things that he actually felt and what he truly wanted, and yet he had trusted NeMO and it clearly had backfired. He could feel the change in the other male, and it just made him feel as he always did, that he should have kept to himself and not spoken up. “Grow up, then. You do realize that unless you accept yourself, you can’t fully appreciate the fact that someone else is willing to accept you, right?” NeMO was now in front of him, and for some reason Ghost did not understand his words at first, did not understand that NeMO was talking about his own feelings for Ghost, so instead of understanding, the brute just got angry at the other being. Before Ghost could process it, NeMO had his teeth in his scruff and was lifting him up, as one would do to a helpless pup. But he was now on his paws as the white brute grew more angry, tail lashing behind him as he growled out, “Why are you looking back!” Now Ghost was just as angry, growling at the other being that he felt such opposite feelings about moments ago. NeMO had no idea what he had been through, or so he thought, and his crimson orbs followed the other beast. When he heard NeMO huff out the word under his breath he couldn’t hold it back anymore, and he snapped, lunging at the other being with a snarl. If he caught him off guard enough, Ghost’s form would end up on top of the other male, fangs at his jugular, not piercing the skin but his teeth only centimeters from doing so as he snarled out a warning. Of course he would not harm NeMO, not severely anyways, he did not want to actually hurt him.

The two males wrestled for a moment before Ghost got his anger under control and he didn’t want to be on NeMO anymore, he was too angry, so he pried his body off of him and once more the other male was in front of him speaking, “What you want is right in front of you. Yet you are too idiotically blinded by your own past to see the potential of not being left behind. If you’re sick at looking at others backs while they leave you behind, take initiative and get over yourself. Take what you want and toss away that desire because I can fulfill it without even breaking a sweat.” Throughout his speech Ghost glared at him, growling, wishing that he would just stop speaking. And now he was surprised to find the other male’s rear to his chest, pushing into him, begging. Lust once more pooled through brute, despite his anger. As NeMO’s cranium turned to face him with a snarl, stating how he wanted him and would never leave him, Ghost knew that he was lost and knew that he needed NeMO, just as NeMO now needed him. And so with more passion than before fueled by his anger and frustration, he mounted the male as he had been mounted before. Another snarl escaped him as he reached forward, his tongue snaking out to the male’s audette as NeMO continued his speech. Ghost still listened to the other male’s words as he continued his own movements, his teeth reaching out to grab onto the other male’s neck, digging his daggers in and pulling as his scruff as one would if they were breeding a female, and another growl escaped his throat. His own husky, lust filled vocals escaped him, ”I do not want others. I have no need for pups and will not fall for someone else. All I want…all I need is you.”

As Ghost pulled off of the other brute, panting from their movements, there was something more distracting than the appealing male before him. The ground beneath their paws began to shake and rumble as parts of the earth split apart and tore away. There had been changes to the land recently, drought and dust being some of the biggest effects on the lands besides the famine that had plagued the lands. Finding food had been near impossible, and now it seemed that an earthquake was causing its own destruction to the lands. He knew that it would not be possible to live here anymore. Now his only priority was to NeMO. Wherever he wanted to go, Ghost would follow, whether it be another pack, or staying as loners, he did not care. The only thing that he needed now was to be with the other male. He knew that they were not far from Staircase Falls, and it had to still be safe there. There was more protection there anyways than Andere Seite held. Now Ghost knew that NeMO would come with him, so he turned his crimson orbs to the other being, nipping as his neck before turning to leave the pack lands that were not longer safe to live in.

When the pair reached Staircase Falls, he turned to look at the other white being. ”So where do you want to go from here?” He had not been in Blossom as long as NeMO had, and would leave it up to him to decide what their fate would be.


**Ghost**Brute**Seduced by NeMO**Fatherless**Andere Seite **Adult**Bastard Brother to Summer, Grey Wind, Lady, Nymeria, Rickon**Violet

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