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.


Once Upon A D R E A M

Stormy Horizion

As Stormy raised her storm painted physique onto her paws, pain shot through the girl's body, her rear right leg shrieked in protest as the joint moved, recently dislocated and then relocated it was inflamed, and sore... it was so sore. Her rear left leg had been hurting ever since Lucaya's jaws clamped down with as much force as she could muster, and while the petite valkyrie was unsure what exactly plagued that particular limb, every time her weight rested upon it, the appendage screamed in agony. Keeping this thought in mind, Stormy favored her left leg over her right, lifting it slightly as she stood before the phantom knight.

The newly crowned queen could not possibly be even remotely close to the picture of health, or even beauty. The injury to the crown of her skull had stopped bleeding, but with nobody to assist the slender falcon with her injuries, it had crusted over with blood, and recently had started oozing a clear liquid. Perhaps in the back of her mind that is what had brought the marionette to the stream. Her survival instinct screaming at her that somehow the ess had to clean these wounds, even if that meant she had to enter the frigid waters. Another injury Stormy was unable to reach was a gash to the fleshy side of her neck, which the young queen kept tearing open with sudden jerky movements. Stormy felt as if this wound would never heal, and she was frustrated.

Not as frustrated, however, as she was about the injury to the back of her neck, Lucaya had locked onto her scruff and torn the flesh and Stormy was rendered completely incapable of cleaning the wound. It too had recently become crusty and dirty. Loose hairs were caught in the dried blood, along with flecks of dirt and debris, it had started hurting her within the last day, and it concerned the girl, perhaps it was becoming infected.

The alabaster prince before her appeared puzzled, perhaps by her appearance, for surely if his father were an alpha, the gladiator would be aware of the recent change in rulership. However his words quickly gave him away and the queen nodded softly "I am Stormy Horizion, I have recently acquired Spring Grounds... however, this is not my first time ruling over those lands." Stormy spoke slowly, unsure how to explain exactly how she had ended up in this predicament. The girl was young, and most would not believe this was her third time taking over Spring Grounds. Hard as she tried Stormy seemed incapable of actually holding onto the pack that remained so close to her fractured heart.

"As far as an alliance with Aurora, I have not myself actually traveled there since the battle, so regarding the state of our alliance... well... I'm not sure." As soon as Stormy had realized that she was not familiar with her exact wherabouts, she had asked the brute, ears pricking forward as she anticipated his answer, however, as his oceanic painted optics scanned the area around him, the male withdrew into himself slightly, his posture shifting uncomfortably as recognition sank in. His sharp gaze shifted away as his rough lyrics suddenly shattered the uneasy silence that had settled upon the duo. It seems... That this is Romance River. Stormy's amber optics widened suddenly, and she backed up half a step, her leg protesting in pain, and almost stumbling, the girl opened her maw "I-I... I didnt... realize.. um... I really... I really just fell asleep... The walk was hard and... oh my...."

The ess flickered her storm shaded auditories uncertainly, gaze shifting from the snow hued knight before her to the river, and then beyond the two, toward a pair of wolves that had coupled up. Unsure what to do next, or even what to say, the ess sat down, her stomach rumbling in protest, and shoulder complaining about the movement.

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