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.

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Kahlan had expected for Kirastasia to see reason and admit to the reasons that Kahlan presented for why she could not stay with her... But instead she laughed, the sound relaxing and heartening. Words of explanation came afterward, to which Kahlan merely smiled, her brows lifting - perhaps this all would work out perfectly. 'My mate probably wouldn’t be happy if I added another to our den, if I had a mate' Unconsciously, Kahlan released a sigh of relief. Partly, it was because of the realization that someone actually cared about her and her wellbeing. But another part - perhaps a part that Kahlan was less aware of, was that she would finally no longer be alone. The feeling of abandonment, of loss, had been present for her entire life, and whether she knew it or not, Kahlan had always needed to be taken care of. When she and Henadin had been little, their entire family had been essentially murdered when a rabid wolf had been turned loose on their pack. Those who were not outright killed had been bitten, save for Kahlan, Henadin, and their mother. However, Henadin, always the silent, smart, type, had hidden, and their mother had been unable to find him. So, Kahlan had been raised one on one by her mother. After she had died, Kahlan had turned to Blossom Forest, and had been found by Henadin who then had watched over her. When he had gotten a mate and had pups, it had been Moth... And finally there had been Kenshin. The dark brute who wanted nothing more but to take care of her, love her, protect her. Finally, for the first time in her life, she had felt utterly and incandescently happy... But he had left her too.

Everyone always ended up leaving her.

And so Kahlan was now floundered the in large, empty sea of Blossom Forest that was filled with life... But without anyone that had directly taken it upon them to take care of her. The ess was, perhaps, unaware of this emotion in her, this need to never be alone, but there it was, like a cancer, eating away at her soul and her sanity. And so Kirastasia's word, though twisted with Kirastasia's own desires, directly fed Kahlan's. Her dull suns began to brighten as once more her gaze swept up to settle upon her friend, and possibilities began to grow in her mind. A life alongside Kirastasia, her warrior princess. Already the fae had saved Kahlan from Kavik once.. No doubt she would do it again.

'I am unattached. My den is in Malignant now, and it’s lonely and cold and awful. When I have nightmares, there’s no one around to chase them away.' Kahlan's smile only grew, the possibilities expanding. Kirastasia was alone too, as Kahlan was... Was it possible for Kirastasia to fill the void that had been left by all the others? Never before had Kahlan had an attraction to other faes, but now that idea swept into her mind - the pleasure would undoubtedly be different, though would it not be just as fulfilling? Could the brindled varg take on all the roles, all of the empty spots within Kahlan's barren heart? 'I miss having a friend nearby. It's so empty...' Empty den? Or did that imply more? An empty den, empty womb, empty heart? Was Kirastasia yearning for another just as much as Kahlan was? Orbs, shined now, no longer dulled by the sickness of the heart, swept over Kirastasia. She was quite the lovely lass indeed, her healthy coat kept impeccable, her unique coloring setting her apart from all the rest. Just beneath her flesh she could see muscles rippling, and Kahlan remembered how Kenshin's had quivered when he was upon her... And Kahlan wondered what Kirastasia's might do. Which position would she take? How was it done, when two faes coupled together?

A whole new world exploded within her mind, and Kahlan found that her worries were suddenly lifted. Saw Tooth was no more - what responsibility did she hold now to the pack or its prior members, especially when there was no Alpha to lead them?

Her sanity, the part that said she needed to feel all of this pain, experience every emotion, fought for control, fought for Kahlan to pull back to reality, and she become abruptly forlorn, but there was Kirastasia, quieting her, reassuring her. The internal struggle in her mind, invisible though it was, was prolonged, each side trying to win out. Certain phrases that Kirastasia made one side or the other flare in strength, but the sentences themselves mainly went unheard until finally, the needy portion of Kahlan's soul heard 'Especially not pretty healers with more knowledge of herbs than I could fit in my brain.' With a purr of exhilaration, her logical sane self was pushed back into a prison cell, and a new, strange Kahlan emerged. Briefly, her lids closed, and when they opened, they were flaring with heat, tracing the curves of the other's body. It was apparent, now, the desire emanating off of Kira. As her tongue swept away Kahlan's tears, the fae quivered beneath her, the carress utterly arousing her. Kahlan regretted the moment when Kirastasia pulled away, but her fears held her back from moving toward her. Kahlan wanted to be wanted... She needed to be wanted.

'Kah, you daft loon. As there is always space in the sky for the sun’s bright rays, so there will be room in my den for you. The trees never tire of birdsong, and my ears will never tire of your troubles. We’re friends, are we not?' The words both stung her desires, quieting them, and fed them - at least Kirastasia wanted her around. Slowly, the fae took the one or two steps that separated the pair of them, her nares sweeping under the other's chin and burying within her deep nape, inhaling her perfume and calming once more. "Lead me away from here, dear. Take me home."

||Kahlan|| ||Kenshin Broke my Heart|| ||Beta of Saw Tooth Refuge|| ||Adult||











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