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.

Refresh/Reload

Who among you do you name as Captain?
IP: 128.119.202.183




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


_______________________________________________________


Davy stood and watched curiously as the femme’s breathing became rapid. Was she ok? Should he call for help? He only wanted to know where she came from, he wasn’t up for having to hunt down a healer. He had no patience what so ever. As he began to question whether or not he should just walk away and let her deal with her own problems the she-wolf popped her head up in his direction. Davy’s own cranium jerked back a bit in surprise. His ears shot forward and his brows rose even higher.

After a moment he caught the alabaster lady’s eyes scanning his body, Davy huffed lightly and rolled his eyes. Typical. To regather her attention he dropped his head low and caught her emerald gaze. He eyed her expectantly and moved to copy her actions as she sat up on her haunches. She took another moment to consider him before she opened her mouth and spoke. Her voice was soft. A bit put off, but more curious than anything. Davy shook out his head and neck fur in an unconscious display of uncertainty before clearing his throat.

Well, miss, I was only wonderin’. I’ve come to notice that you can tell the home of a wolf by the color of the pelt they wear. And never in my life have I seen a wolf with a coat as pristinely white as yours. I suppose I just wanted to know where the bloodline originated.

He replied, taking a moment to let her speak again if she wanted. She took the chance to return his query of ancestry.

I myself am from the seaside, hence my sandy colored furs.

Davy explained while turning in a small circle to proudly show off his pelt. He was happy to share tales of his old home. The place he loved so and missed terribly. He was a little miffed though, that the origin of the white coated female was still a mystery. Perhaps he’d just have to hunt for another like her. For now though, he’d sit and regale his puphood for her. If she’d listen of course. Bringing back memories of his beloved sea shore had suddenly made him more willing to enjoy another’s company.

Have you ever been to the ocean, little ghost?

___________________________________________


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







Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:

Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2000-2018
Our Sites: Wedding address collection  Wedding thank you wording