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.


Who among you do you name as Captain?

.. take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time ..


Ah, the sweet sounds of water ripping along the shore. It wasn’t quite the same as the beautiful sound of waves crashing on the sand, but it was enough to calm his soul. Of course the tweeting of the robins could never compare to the call of the gulls, and the pure, fresh oxygen would never have the same effect on him as the taste of salty air - but it would do for now. Ever the seadog, Davy Jones was never far from his comfort. Born and raised beside the ocean, he had come to love the water. It had broken his heart to leave his only love behind, but when the day came for him to leave his birth pack he went begrudgingly to blossom forest. Hopefully to find a place to call his own. Preferably by the water’s edge. If it weren’t for his predestined goal, he never would have left. But they were depending on him.

When Day arrived at blossom forest, only to find that there was no seaside, he nearly turned around and returned to his homeland. Ready to challenge the king he had once served if it meant he could live out his life in the warm sand and salty breeze. Thinking better of it, he unwillingly stayed and chose to travel instead. He’d investigate, find a place to live. One similar enough to his old home to call his new one. He had a mission after all. One that could not be forgotten.

His investigation had lead him here, to a place the locals called Leisure Lake. It was no ocean, but it was the closest thing he could find. Many came and went, never staying long, and none particularly catching his attention. Some wolves tried to approach him, to make friends or ask directions – he never cared to find out. He’d just roll back his lips in a warning to leave him be. He had yet to settle into this new world and was in no state to entertain. He simply wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries and casual small talk.

So there he sat, many days in and out, watching those who passed by with nothing but speculation and disinterest. Until, that is, a small white fae came strolling along the shoreline and prompted him to raise his head from where it rested on his feet. He had never seen a wolf of that color before. Everyone that hailed from his home were of the same sandy and brown hues that he adorned. Most of the wolves that had journeyed by him were similar, boring timber coats so common in the area. After all, the color of the pelt is very telling of the homeland of the wolf. Darker wolves hailed from the deep forests, lighter wolves were suited to blend in with the coast or the wide, open plains. But where had this lady come from? Was she a mutant? Legend told of albino wolves, but Davy had never actually seen one or believed in them. It was just a story for the pups.

Curiosity got the best of him as the ivory femme picked a place to rest not too far from where he himself was laying. She seemed troubled. Davy picked himself up from the dirty ground and shook his body roughly. Pleased with his cleanliness, he began to walk toward the white stranger. As he reached her he settled his gaze on her own.

Excuse me miss, where are you from?

He asked frankly, though ever the gentleman he tried to be polite. His brows rose comically and he tilted his head slightly as he awaited her response.

{Brute} {Adult} {Heartless} {Childless} {No Captain} {No Title}


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