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 Forestís 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.


|madness breeds madness|

the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who

Silence dripped around her, its heavy droplets and pelting shadows swathing the fire bird among its cloaks. But she fought against its threats, she would prevail. Her only comfort was the abyss of her mind, the comforts of fantasy and reality blended meticulously. The smooth edges of her dreams would wrap her in warm embraces, shooing away the cold fingers of reality that crept up her spine. And it was in this light embrace that trickles of reality would slip under the cover, their tendrils would swirl into the embrace rescuing her from the fallacies of that which she dreamt. She would awake, refreshed. Dante loved these moments of clarity, these were the days which she rise to a challenge, seeking for knowledge and she would, above all else, prevail in the eyes of her enemy. These had also been the reasons for her wondrous success and her ultimate demise, so it seemed. Had her touch been anything less than divine, she would have never lost everything. The embrace of her family would still surround her, the gentle tones of her King would still shutter with respect for her and soft gaze of her lover might still search through her eyes. Danteís soul burned with a quiet rage, a controlled rage. A rage that might never forgive, one that ought never to die and was scared to be controlled.

Dreamy pools stared across the expanse of the lake, the last of her song dying away into the depths and boroughs of the lands far and wide. The glittering surface, a stark mirror to the sky. If one was not careful they too might mistake the pristine surface from that of the sky. That was an idea Dante teased lightly as she awaited. The ebbing silence once again cocooning her, though the tendrils of her own reality did not wake her, no it was that of another. The soft crash of waves against the silted shore mingled and melted away from her hearing, the coos of birds rose and fell again to silence, and at last the soft steps of her approaching company tickled her auditory pillars. And it was a sudden shift of wave as the voice of her company tucked itself into her mind. I am lucky that this is a lake rather than a tremoring ocean. Always it will be that enemies attack from behind, and at least with the lake I can be sure that no currents will be sweeping up to reach me, urged on by the moon's pull, seeking her affirmation through the murder of naive innocents. the heat of the sun died away under the glare of her companions icy orbs. It was with a soft gaze she turned her own swirled storms of violet upon the Iberian woman, But I am no naÔve innocent, nor an innocent at all. A curl of her lips revealed shined ivory, though only in a pleasant, inviting way. The soft, inviting dip of the ashen lid surprised Dante very little, though it awakened an excitement she had not invited into her heart in many a moon. And through it a pin of rage spoke through, a spike of fear sent chills down her spine. Cropped feathers ruffled and settled, the storm of her irises giving nothing to the true emotion she carried within. The anger, the fear, the want and the desperate need that awoke and all of it, based upon the spinning arrival of this Iberian queen. Fleeting words drifted and cloaked her with a burning desire, and of to what use this would be she did not know. Are you worthy then, of whatever it is that you seek? Or when time becomes rough will courage fail you, your soldiers desert you, all because you sought to reach too far for the stars when all you deserved was the dirt that your mother dumped you upon at birth?

The fiery feathered wanderer did not take heat from these words, she rather enjoyed the pique of interest at her intentions. Blatant, yes but dishonoring, no. Dante took her time milling over sounds and syllables, but at last her heart cried to be spoken out. You speak against a will that might take you in? You might test those that would offer you shelter, you tease their power and you dare to insult their own mothers? A daring young soul you are, Iberian blood searing through your veins and veiling your eyes, but I know better than to accost you for a sickness you do not have. Dante paused slightly, her storms of violet searing through glass veils. It is the clarity of your gaze, that even through the darkest of time would remain a light to those who reach for it. Do you seek to take what I do not have? Do you dare to rise and accost the creatures that have taken root within Bright Moon? Pools of quicksilver and lilac hardened, likened to that of steel. Seek for your game elsewhere or would you dare to let yourself fall into line with me and rise to the challenge together? Danteís gaze softened, immaculately and without falter. Her words rang true in her velveteen lyrics, a supple sweetness lacing her tongue. Only more enticing, Dante herself allowed the sweep of a single lid; a singular wink. Their little secret, so to say.

Danteís ears swept aside to the sound of approaching steps. The owner to which these sounds emitted was a woodsmen. Soft shades of brown melded into creams and stark spills of black stretched across his figure, and his tail like her own was tipped in ink. His crown dipped respectfully to the duo, but his vocals addressed her. Iím Dakota. Youíre a wolf on fireÖ but Iím guessing thatís probably not your name. Dante could not help the small chuckle that left her lips. Her violet storms canvassed his musculature and small minutia that created his faÁade before they settled across from his own earthly muds. Born of fire, yes but all the more enduring I am. My title is Dante. Dante spoke with ease, her voice caressing the audits of her timber companion. Though she could not keep concentration upon her friend as the arrival of another being took her attention, her orbs swept across to fall upon the snowy frame of another brute, I believe you called, miss. You are correct, sir. Care to stay and know why? She teased him lightly, the curl of her lips growing into a fledged smile. But it would not last as a jolting scream assaulted her auds.

Flames tilted toward the cause of this sound and watched with widen orbs as a fluff of red and white tumbled into her figure. Dante braced her paws into the ground and huffed a breath as Seraphina crashed into her chest. Silence echoed around the group and the only sound audible to Dante, was her own breathing. She couldnít even begin to comprehend why or how the pup had managed to follow her. Seraphina, darlingÖ Dante paused slightly, what are you doing here? You should be at homeÖ lyrics softened to a mere whisper. Her crown dipped to the little pup, ivories taking a gentle hold of the smaller oneís scruff and righting her between her paws. She took in a deep breath calming her nerves, Seraphina was okay. Thatís all the mattered at the moment, but that would not last. The bears would be upon them the instant they charged the borders and Date would have no mind to try an protect Seraphina form their teeth once she was engaged in this war. Dante flicked her gaze over the wolves surrounding her, I will tell you now, that what I seek might come at a high price. Should you join me in this quest you are not likely to escape unscathed. She paused one again allowing her storms to scavenge the wolves before her, Bright Moon had been lain to waste in the grip of bears and I seek rise it out of ruin. I will attempt to take back a throne once inhabited by wolves and I have called to those who would seek to join me in this quest. What I offer to you in return would be a home, a safe haven; a chance to rise up in rank, in pride and build a family among those you choose to stay and fight by my side. Her voice was steely, but more gentle than ever. She wanted to convey her virtues, her goals, and most importantly she wanted to convey her want for them to join her ranks. She craved to have a family once again and this was her chance to build a life that encompassed these ideas and ideals. She would be their confidant, their sister, their mother, their leader, their advocate, an ally, and their best friend. She would be what they needed in their time of need and in that same step there would be nothing she would not do for those who rose with her.

Will you stand with me?

Her one request with consequences that might change their lives.

maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis;;

| Child of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana |

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