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.


you can't hold me back [ Danger ]

And I plan to be...

Perhaps she had been wrong to do as she did. After all, she was hardly more than acquaintances with Danger. The only time the pair had come into contact prior to losing the pack to Bears had Ben when they had been fighting the very same bears. She had leapt into the fray of the battle, hardly strong enough to do more than merely puncture the skin, but her barking had been enough to distract the Bears enough for her father - uncle - to loosen himself from the first bear's grip. In truth, they had also spent some time together on the trail, but the brute had been more absent than not, and the two had not spoken much. All that the princess knew of him was that he was blind and apparently did not take very good care of his pelt. Still, she could not understand for the life of him why he had not spent more time with her father and her when they were packless. Had he been able to live on his own? Yes. But had he been able to thrive? Not so much. Still, it had not been right of her nor polite of her to so openly groom him, especially when they were in the middle of trying to join another pack.

Nzingha had never been a particularly polite varg, preferring instead to address everything head o. She was blunt and methodical, usually thing clearly and dealing wit the in the most logical fashion, even if that was not particularly traditional. She had seen no other was to deal with his frayed appearance other than to groom him immediately, and that's what she had done. Had the verbal thrashing been necessary? No... But perhaps the reprimand would prevent further occurances. Since they had just been accepted a few days prior, Nzingha had taken it upon herself to stalk the brute - again, she was blunt. There was no reason to mince words. She had been hiding within the shadows had had been following him without announcing to him her presence... What word worked better for that than 'stalk'.

Danger had been largely uninteresting, remaining within the pack borders for a day or two, but today was different. He had awoken before dawn and slunk out of the territory. Nzingha would have missed it if she had not passed out in a shrubbery close to the border the night before, too tired to return to the den that her father had chosen for them to share. Soon enough, she would be an adult and would be able to have her own, but for now she was still sharing him. Except for the fact that she had not slept in that den a single night since they had moved into Munashii Gekko. She had enjoyed the open land. The land had looked rather dead, all of the trees skeletons without leaves, but there was hope of something more now. The pack had no evergreens, but the trees that were there had budded only yesterday. It truly seemed as if this place would be a new start for them - a new day. Zing, at any rate, heart the crackling soil break beneath his large paws, and she awoke with a start. Pupils constricted sharply, adjusted to the light of the breaking down, and she quietly rose to her paws. The eboness trailed him, her Suns locked on him and she trailed him from afar, wondering where he was going. And he led her to a place she had never been before - the falls. She had paused at the bottom, marveling at its wonder and at the tip of the peak that she could see from the base. Multiple sets of cascades fell down, seemingly from the heavens, which were clouded in mist. Shaking her head to settle herself, she began to ascend the rocks, nearly losing her balance multiple times, but finally got up to where he had stopped. Not nearing him, she spoke. "Are you leaving us then? You no longer wish to be part of our pack now that we belong to another? Why abandon us now?"

the last one standing
|| Warrioress||Teen of Lady and Zorion Summer|| No Mate || No Kin || Bright Moon Refuge ||


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