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.


My heart yet pumps, the poison draught of you

As soon as her vocals broke the silence, she felt the heat of the ess's orbs upon her, listening to her silently, and out of peripherals saw the glint of pearls, the hint of her smile which so quickly drew her in. Brief moments in which there was naught but the sound of the lake giving tender kisses to the lips of the shore passed before vocals once more passed over them, this time passing from Dante's kissers, and not Nimueh's own. As the Ethiopianess spoke, Nimueh let loose a soft giggle as she peered forward, though eventually her nape turned, setting her pupils upon Dante again. "I will speak against whichever will which I choose. Shelter can be easily found if you are not too picky, there are many available that do not lay within pack lands. I tease many a pretty lady that I come upon for my pleasure and theirs, something you can learn more about if ever you are lonely in the dead of the night, and I would be a fool if I said that ever there was a mother who did not err at least once. My blood is as pure as, I assume, your own though in my own right. However, in truth, I had no intention of joining a pack. How could I ever pass up on the chance to spend the rest of my life in such a masterpiece as yourself? Aid you I will, and thieve from you I shan't. I will not help you fight whichever monsters you speak of in the traditional sense, but there is, in truth, nothing traditional about me. Lead on, fearless leader, and I will follow, enjoying the sight the whole while." Nimueh fell silent, though a slip of her tongue wetted her lips when the fae winked at her, her mind turning to the gutters.

A brute arrived soon after Nimueh made her grande entrance, preventing the pair of femmes from properly acquainting themselves as she so desired, but once the intruders were gone she assumed there would be plenty of time for such things. The delicate ess stood and shook out her coat before moving close - perhaps uncomfortably close, to the Ethiopianess, the tips of their hairs just barely grazing each other. With the wind that was being pulled over the lake's surface, causing the gentlest of ripples, the stimulation was unique to a point. Constantly their pelts were in motion, not only shifting in the wind but in response to the other's swaying hairs as well. The temptation to lean in to solidify the touch was intense, but she resisted, enjoying instead the heat gaining beneath her flesh, and from time to time perhaps a purr would rumble from her maw, though she pointedly looked at the brute, avoiding the ess' gaze should she turn to grace Nimueh with her pools. The brute greeted Dante with a name and a... 'Compliment' of sorts? Nimueh scoffed before speaking aloud boldly. "If you mean that she is burning up temperature wise, I can say confidently that while she is warm enough to show her status as living, she has no fever to speak of. Nor is she set aflame... I would never sit so close to a flame, for I have no desire to single my hairs. However, if by fire, you mean 'hot', I approve of your statement." Her eyes, so devoid of color, swiveled, blank pupils turning to lay upon Dante, openly looking her up and down, and then did the same with the brute. "I refute any chance that you were referring to her pelt's coloring - that is far to plan and boring for my liking. But you... You too are of an attractive sort. I'm Nimueh. There is no need for you to sit so far away. Why not come and... Cozy up with us?" She shared with him a wink, perhaps setting him off when her pupils laid directly upon him, proving that she was not, indeed, blind.

Another brute approached afterward, this one confusing the fae slightly, but enough for her to cock her head to the side, intrigued. For, when nares flared and lungs inhaled, there were two faint pack scents upon him, and though she could not place names to scents as she knew naught of the lands, he had clearly been within two borders recently. She could not possibly know that he had belonged to Saw Tooth, and that it had been destroyed. She could not possibly know that Saw Tooth's refugees had briefly stayed within the borders of Aurora Borealis - all that she knew was that he had two pack scents upon him. It intrigued her. Lids squinted as she studied how he moved - each motion planned, sending ripples up flesh, telling briefly of the muscles that hid beneath the skin. Muscles well formed - clearly from training. Briefly, a flash of jealously slipped its way through her mind, Envy's sneaky fingers crawling into the deepest parts of her - never could she train hard, nor become a warrior. Forever, she would be a delicate flower... With the mind sharp as a knife.

Ghost orbs watched him greet both her and Dakota with a dip of the head before addressing Dante politely and in good form, though his only faux pas was to fail to present his own dubbance. Dante was quick to respond with a quirk, but it still did not reveal the second brute's name. Perhaps the reason in part for that was because in his shadow trailed a pup... Though it was not out of shyness, clearly, for the faeling ignored all who were present, and sent herself flailing to the ground, screaming Dante's name. A smirk grew upon the Iberess' kissers - 'Oh how cute, she has a little sister!' The assumption was immediate and obvious - they shared the same lineage, and were the relationship that of parental and offspring, the name yelled would more likely have been something related to 'mother' or 'mommy dearest', but instead it was a name. Dante's name. Stealthily, Nimueh moved from the ess' side. Though she was open with her mixed sexuality and her sexual needs, she had no desire to flaunt that in front of young innocents.

Silence fell over them again as Dante was visibly flabbergasted, but she softly revealed the princess' name - Seraphina, before picking her up gently and setting her upon her paws. In truth, Nimueh wanted to know more- why was it such a surprise that her sister had followed her? Why did Dante come here in the first place? Would more family follow her? Would a mate or jealous lover come to kick up tormenting memories? She was going to have to suffer in silence for Dante turned to address the small gathering, explaining the situation in whole. Her vocals told of danger, of treasures untold, of finally a name to the pack she sought to claim - Bright Moon. Nimueh approved of the dramatic moment of silence that Dante gave before completing her monologue with a question, one which Nimueh responded to immediately. "You can count me in for this adventure, Dante, if only so I have another story to tell."

One Betrayal Leads to Another Betrayal

My parents have gone My siblings have abandoned me My lover broke me I have no allegiance


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