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.



The soft nicker or a fawn, beyond closed lids, alerted the little brindled doll to the world outside. It was but a babe and the young lady curled inside the undergrowth knew that she was no match. She would have to feast on the patch of berries she had stumbled upon and the scraps of a rabbit she had somehow managed to kill. The wind whispered gently through the brush creating a sudden bustle of noise that disturbed the she-wolf. Affinity grumbled quietly and folded her paws over her auditories blocking out the white noise, but mother earth would not let her rest. The drifting clouds revealed the early morning sun, and let its bright rays shine down upon her face. She was blinded with a white light and cried out, scrambling to back away from the source of pain. She still had to wonder why she hadn’t yet dug out a den or sought out a pack where she might find more comfort among company. She had yet to find anyone to fill in as family.

The one woman that had offered her sanctuary had eventually disappeared as well. What had her name been? At-atr...Atreyu. Deep azures rolled back into her head before focusing on the terra before her. She had chosen to stay at the lakes edge, but had quickly outgrown the log which she had first found herself in and receded to the forest to find a new den. Winter had killed away the depth of most undergrowth and so Affinity had formulated a cozy den amongst the branches of an evergreen bush. And as the spring swallowed the whole of Blossom Forest the evergreen had slowly thickened and blocked away most of the outside. But occasionally the sun found its ways through and would drive the brindled doll from her hiding spot. Affinity stumbled forth and onto the beach, blinking rapidly to adjust her dilated pupils. She had to question why she was even attempting to reach out to the world. This day would be just like the rest, wouldn’t it? She would go out, wander around and then come home at the end of the day with nothing and no one. She’d been alone for so long that it almost didn’t bother her. Affinity had slowly mastered the art of hiding her emotions behind a blank facade but she had yet to truly push away her emotions. There was a piece of her that liked the affliction that bubbled up. There was a delicate balance of emotions and in a way Affinity found herself addicted to tinkering with these emotional switches. Especially with those of other wolves, today would be no different.

The brindled doll stretched out and broke into a smooth canter. If she wanted emotions, what better place then Romance River? Affinity giggled to herself and swerved into the water’s waves, letting her fur bathe in its cool touch. Small droplets littered her pelt and smiling features. Not even the sudden change of chemistry in her body could waver her happy mood. And not even the lonesome howls could perturb the young lass, she would find someone today. That she was sure of it. And within seconds her vision trained upon the ivoro. The singular male she had seen in moons. A dainty smile spread over her rose lips as she slowed her approach. Her midnight gazers focused on his façade, reading over the emotions that he displayed. Mister, you ought think twice about wearing such a blatant stare. It’s unbecoming. Ladies appreciate a gentleman, not a manwhore. Affinity danced away from the brute, wary that her words might engage the stranger into more than a conversation. But she pranced towards him once more, her plume wagging ever so gently. All she wanted was to be entertained for a bit.

I Just Keep Falling...Falling...Falling...

Loner Nova Prospekt ft. Kannon Sister to Vestige Alesana

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