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.


Way of the Warrior

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Warriors are not born and they are not made,
Warriors create themselves


Tender carresses had been laid upon her flesh, pulling gently at her injured skin. When necessarily, just the tips of incisors took to the job, pulling free debris tht had become ingrained within the wounds. Occasionally, he dipped to cleanse his maw so that he would not be introducing artifacts instead of removing them. And when he dip, he ever so slightly rubbed against her side. It was a soft touch, their hairs melding together briefly, the lightest of pressure as they bodies rubbed against once another. But to Aindreas, he thought that it was just the opposite. He had never been one that had sought out another's touch for comfort - not as a pup, not as a teen, and certainly not now. And so it was that his nerves were overly sensitive to the gentle touch... Though in truth any contact that came from a fight did not bother him at all. But each time he moved against her, it was as if he was being shocked by electricity. All of his hairs went on end, standing erect and he had to hold back a shudder... But this time not from pain or discomfort. Normally what would happen when he touched another was exactly that - pain and discomfort - but with Stormy, it was different. The brute would not be able to put into word for a long while exactly what it was that he was feeling... But it was excitement. He could not possibly know now that he was attracted to her, that each touch was like a dose of heroin into his veins. That he wanted there to be another such caress, even though it was hardly a hair's pressure against one another. It was something he relished, and the poor naive brute could not even say why. Tensing his jaw, he ceased his quivering skin, embarrassed that his normal hold over his body motions had failed, and hoped that it was bothering the fae.

When finally he finished, he found himself both shocked and amused when she lunged forward, though his arctics trailed easily the fish that she had likely been aiming for, swimming away from her swiftly. She had, like so many who tried to fish, mistook the distance and aimed for the fish' reflection instead of for the action location of the tasty morsel. chuckling softly, Aindreas strode from the river, pausing about halfway out, a paw striking the surface sharply. He followed through the motion and felt daggers connect with the fish, and in a graceful sweeping motion threw the sunfish from the water. Within another few seconds he repeated the motion, throwing another fish, this one a trout, out of the water and through the air. Glancing back, he watched Stormy continue to try to catch the fish, her head dipping beneath the surface as she either tried to grab it or drown herself... Which it was, Aindreas was not really sure. But when he reached the shore, he picked up the two fishes that he had snatched with his maw and dipped them in the stream to clean them off so that there was no silt upon their scales.

Amused, his cheeks bunched into tiny wrinkles by the crooks of his eyes as he watched Stormy exit the stream herself. 'I think I missed.' Aindreas nodded and leaned forward, offering forward the two he had in his maw. "Whfths your fanfy?" It was the best he could do with a full mouth. If she grabbed one, he would eat the other. If she grabbed both, he would stand still with a shadows of a smile upon his kissers while she ate... And if she chosen neither he would place both at her paws. "So who inflicted those wounds upon you? Does she remain within the pack or did she leave when you won?"

Through trial and error, pain and suffering,
And their ability to conquer their own faults

Aindreas || Ivoro || Moondown Shadows - Epsilon || Lonely Heart || Sin, Pandora, Famous, Drizzt, Psycho ||

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