Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.


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There must have been something in the water. There had to have been. As soon as he had taken that first sip, he was gone. A small tingle at first, yes, but soon it spread across his body. It spread until he almost had no control on any of his actions. It spread until he was a goner. He couldn't control his thoughts nor feelings. What was happening to him..?

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Romance River was a great place to be. Filled with fae's who spent their days sprawled out on rocks or by the shore, hoping to gain some kind of attention from someone. He never passed by here due to always being stopped by at least one desperate girl. The knight wasn't used to actually talking nor flirting with those kind of girls. They'd be easy to take advantage of, yes, but he wasn't about to rape some girl just for pleasure. Honestly he'd rather sit down and have a family any day instead of living that kind of life. Family wasn't something he knew very well. Family was a strong word. His . . 'family' . . was never around as he grew up. His mother was a whore in which he hated. His father was the same way and hoenstly Typhon might have multiple brothers and sisters here and there throughout Blossom. Little did he know. He wasn't told. Nor did he care. If he managed to stumble across he'd probably be as cold as the winter weather, claiming they took his father from him. It was a low possiblity. Oh well.

As his optics slowly gazed around the river, his ligaments began to bring him towards the area to drink. His salmon colored tongue reached out and lapped up some of the water that was still. And for some odd reason it tasted.. different. He didn't like it yet he was indeed thirsty. Who cared if it tasted a bit off? Water was water, clean or not. Fish swam here so it never was the cleanest area. A few girls were eyeing him up as he could feel their stares burning into his back. It's as if they knew something he didn't.

It was a small tingly feeling at first. Then it spread around his whole mass. What was this feeling he was getting? Lovey? Turned on? His eyes began to fill with lust and soon enough it engolfed his body. His thoughts were taken over by the pretty girl's stares. He sat down, back on his haunches, dumbfounded on what to do next. His plummage wrapped around his tail as Typhon thought.

- { Typhon } - { Adult } - { Duke of Darkness } - { Loveless } - { Family } - { Rouge on the run } - { Keanah } -

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