Where once the southern border of Blossom Forest was made by Leisure Lake, the magical rearrangement of the lands has laid there instead a vast, uncrossable ocean. The shore differs as you travel along it. Tall mountainous cliffs arise on the western part and at one point, the large river that runs through Blossom Forest opens up at its tributary into a well sheltered cove. As you come more eastward, the towering peaks shorten into rocky foothills. A large section of the shore is inaccessible to most, as Uyaraut has claimed it as their own. But if you skirt around their territory, the hills disappear, swallowed up into the land until it is as flat as the eye can see. The vibrant greens dull into short and dry browns and tans, and the land dries and cracks apart until it melds into The Waste - the desert that forms Blossom Forest’s easternmost border.

For those looking to hunt here, there are of course the fish within the ocean, along with crabs, seals and urchins. For on the shore, there are seagulls, herons, and ospreys.

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the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who
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A soft breeze rippled across the glassy surface, ripples billowed out beyond the stony gaze of the perched lady. Her cropped feathers did not sway like the prairie grass or shield her skin from the warming touch of a sunny day. She sat in the afternoon rays, their fingertips seared across her fiery pelt lighting her ablaze to eyes unknown. She did not care who laid eyes on her figure, she would welcome their company with open arms and a dazzling smile. Dante was no stranger among new company seeing as she had been seeking it since her departure many moons ago. The little lady was a stranger to very few things in life. Her travels from the blistering plains of a far away land, to the icy depths of the tundra she had met all walks of life. The lowliest of wolves to the King of Kings. This is after all what she had been called to do, she was hunter-gatherer of information. It was a duty she had taken dearly to, so much so, that it cost her everything. Her avocation dissipated and her home was no longer a home. Her task of understanding the trivialities and treasures of life all but disappeared, and she soon vanished from the sights of her former pack, never to be seen again.

That was how her journey had started those many moons ago. Her sights were set on frivolous ideas that she had conjured within the abyss of information she embodied. For months at a time the little lady would wind her way through unknown lands searching for the unfathomable and as seasons reached their end she would retire into a cycle of mutterings. Dante knew that her dreams were mere wisps that she would never catch hold of. Her void of intelligence told her so, because for all the fantasies she could see there were more black holes waiting to swallow them whole. Knowledge had granted her freedom, but had simultaneously chained her within the bounds of reality. But she dreamed on. Dante would forever dream of a day that would never come to fruition. It was in light of this realization that Dante had retired herself to writing of her adventures from long, long ago. It was these musings that set her free, if only for a fleeting second. And maybe that would be her impetus to rise above and rescue the dilapidated terra of Bright Moon.

Dante had taken her time. Her musings had taken her across the expanse that she would soon come to call home. Blossom Forest was a land unknown. Unsullied by the touch of mechanisms and free to be a refuge of all. But it was, after all, impossible to have a land of purity solely. There existed darkness among the trees, but it was controlled. Whispers of the devil swirled around her, Lucifer.. lucifer… they would echo, softer and softer with each call. A name not unknown to her, but under a context unlike anything imaginable. And it was upon these same winds she gathered words of wisdom and came to understand the harmonious, yet precarious balance that held this haven together. The chasm of lore and counsel the encompassed Dante had taken these words with an open mind, though she had yet to act upon these dreams. And maybe they would only be fallacies, but one wouldn’t know without trying. Dreams would not come to fruition had people not acted upon these incitements.

A quiet sigh escaped rose lips. The rippling water settled once again leaving an eerily pristine surface in its wake. Heavy lids blinked away blurred visions letting reality slip back into view. The clear reflection of a stormy gaze stared back at Dante. Reality and imaginary blurred together leaving the little lady to guess which of the wolves was truly her, but a soft touch to the glassy surface shattered the image and Dante returned to herself. She tore her gaze away from the ripples of water, to steal a glance at the glimmer lake before her. Heat waves danced across the surface of the lake, a testament to the drastic change of season going on through Blossom Forest. The ice crystals that had threatened to steal away the lives of meandering wolves had dribbled into puddles and flooded into rivers all around her. The ground was soft and sank under the gentlest of touches. Dante’s slender paws had left small indentations in the clay bank that she rested upon. Had she weighed anymore than feather the earth would have surely caved under her and the waters would have risen high above her crown threatening to take her into darkness, but she remained atop the precarious edge. Her audits swiveled catching minute sounds and her nares twitched scenting the subtle hints of previous wanderers. Dante lifted her slender muzzle to the sky, a gentle note ringing out into the clear air. Her call to arms, if you will. This would be her chance, her shot.
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