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.


Way of the Warrior

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Warriors are not born and they are not made,
Warriors create themselves

As his mouth ran, apologies tumbling from his maw, offers of help that he himself could not give but he had access to, his arctics watched her move. With each motion, blood started to stream, staining her pelt and dripping down upon the ground, small puddles forming. Finally, she began to stretch her limbs, pain evident upon her face, and briefly Aindreas wondered how he had caused such damaged by merely tripping over her. He had collided with her, yes, but he had not attacked her or contacted her with his claws or pearls. His mind was slow to catch up, but then he realized by the presence of the bite wounds and fresh blood that she was a recent survivor of a battle. Soon after he ceased to speak, her own vocals filled the void, shedding some light upon her own person. 'I appreciate the offer... However I'm unsure your father would appreciate the alpha of spring grounds upon his territory unbidden.' Aindreas often frequented his father's pack although he belonged to another, and knew of some of the alliances that had existed, but had not been there for a while and thus was behind on the recent news. First, that Damian and Kanaya had lost the throne to their own daughter, whose reign had plunged the sanctuary into darkness. Damian had been talking to Aindreas about becoming possibly betrothed to the daughter, and Aindreas, albeit skeptical of the situation, had agreed to at least meet the dame, if only to please the brute that had an alliance with Kalgalath. But the main information that Aindreas had been lacking was that Lucaya's rule had been cut short by a usurper... The very fae before him.

As she looked to her own wounds and rose, Aindreas' maw opened once again, a hint of confusion apparent upon his facade. "Last time I was aware, Aurora Borealis held an alliance with Spring Grounds... They are sister packs, or at least they were. I would assume that you were Kanaya, Queen to the Alpha Damian... But since you would be aware of such an alliance and are not, I would beg your dubbance, if you would share it with me." Though he was ignorant of the update, he was not a stupid varg, and inferred that something had changed. The ivoro waited for her response, to introduce herself. After she had, her vocals swept out, following her gaze to the lands around them.

'Where... Where are we?' Aindreas smiled and responded. "Well, we are near..." His brow furrowed as his arctics followed her sweeping arc. Though they were by a river, with Aindreas was accustomed to because this main liquid road ran through the center of Blossom Forest and fed all of the tributaries throughout the individual packs, this particular stretch was unknown to him. Most of the land around him was bare, with dried, dead reeds lining the river and the forest lying further back. Around them were a few other vargs, and inwardly the Titan groaned. All of them were coupled up. Coughing, suddenly self conscious and uncomfortable, the brute rolled his eyes away from the fae. His voice was now soft and mumbled. "It seems... That this is Romance River." His arctics stayed firmly planted on the ground as his mind tracked his route, wondered how he had managed to end up here without realizing it. Never before had he been here before, but he had heard about it from other vargs. Aindreas had never actively sought out a mate - he found that it would be time wasted to seek one out. But Moreso, though he was generally a statue when it came to emotions, whenever he did have them, he would became awash with emotions. He was naive in the ways of love, and often became overbearing... A stumbling, stuttering fool who knew naught. And thus, he had never come here, and he felt oddly stripped of his armor.

Through trial and error, pain and suffering,
And their ability to conquer their own faults

Aindreas || Ivoro || Moondown Shadows - Epsilon || Lonely Heart || Sin, Disaster, Famous, Drizzt, Psycho ||


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