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.


Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun

Setting fire to our insides for fun

Apprehension coursed through Cliche as this stranger, Hellene, willingly offered her assistance. The creme she-wolf hadn't even noticed her injury. Shifty, amber eyes reluctantly peeled away from her companion and down to her paws. Sure enough there was a small sting in her feet now that her attention was focused there. Lifting one foot and then the other, Cliche inspected the damage. Minimal blood, minimal damage. She'd be fine in a day or two with a little rest.

I could hardly ask you to do that. You have such little supplies, and I'm sure your pack is in far worse condition...

Cliche trailed off with a weary, hesitant smile that came off as more of a half-hearted grimace. She couldn't bring herself to genuinely care about the pack with which she held no relation, but she was raised to understand the need for common courtesy. Curiosity struck suddenly as she remembered what Hellene had told her just moments before. A perfect way to deflect her boredom and inability to accept help.

What attacked your pack?

She asked blatantly, caramel tipped ears perking up quickly. She was interested in what had the ability to take down a whole clan. After all, the creature could still be lingering in the area. The more she knew, the safer she'd be. She had to protect herself now. If she didn't, no one else would.


And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I'm forever missing him.

And you caused it.

/ Fae / Teen / Mate / Offspring / Pack / Rank /


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