Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.


We Could Be IMMORTALS [Losa]

You can't break me
Warm sunlight streamed in between the treetops softly, warming the air as chocolate and charcoal hued pelts meshed together. Hazy sunbeams drifted between jaded forest hues. The very first buds that sang of spring, and hints of warmth. The unlikely pair cuddled up near the lake, soft words exchanging between the pair, and time slipped away. Broken memories mattered naught, and fractured pasta drenched in blood faded from memory as the two talked quietly. Hurricane wrapped Losa's delicate frame in his large embrace, heat from their pelts melding together, creating one mass, and occasionally the dark dragon would pause his words to groom her ear, her face, whatever he pleased. Never had the ravenous gladiator felt so at peace, so comforted by the presence of another.

As time slipped by, observations of returning songbirds and blooming flowers ceased. Rumbled words of gentle affection faded away, replaced by the soft sound of water upon the rocky shore, and the loving noise of birds amidst the branches of the trees. Eventually, these noises too faded away and the beast's sharp, lightning painted lanterns fell shut, aware, only vaguely of the sound of the delicate raven snuggled against him, and the predicable cadence of her breathing.


Hurricane's eyes opened slowly, blurry vision taking in the sights before him, dusk had set in and the dark knight knew naught what had lulled the monstrous creature into such a state of vulnerability. Sleeping in the open? In the middle of the day? Fuzzy thoughts move slowly through his mind, and the beast shakes his head vigorously and rises to his paws. Stretching his limbs out slowly the hessian pads slowly toward the water, entering slowly, the frigid temperatures welcoming the oversized prince, embracing his frame and drenching the thick midnight fur which covered his muscular physique. Hurricane of Mexico relaxed into the water, lowering his newly raised guard as the dark knight releases the tension within his frame.

Suddenly, as his guard lowers, memories from the afternoon rush in upon the gladiator. Sharp, vivid memories of the brown faerie he had stumbled upon. Piercing ocean and amethyst optics sear into the predator's puzzled mind. Where had she gone? What had made her leave? Was the slender princess okay? Why did Hurricane think her a princess?

Puzzled thoughts plague the dragon and force him from the cool embrace of the lake. Her perfume lingered all over this tiny shore, however which direction the young pixie had run, Hurricane of Mexico had no idea. Totally unskilled in trying to actually track down a soul whom had left so long ago, the heartless warrior picked a random direction and started off, desperate to find his lost queen.
Hurricane of Mexico
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