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.

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Peii was off trying to find some old friend he had crossed paths with years ago. She scoffed, not sure what was so important about some random wolf in some random land. They weren't supposed to even be seen or heard of. Silently passing through, that was the intention, that was always the intention. Then again, they had no one to work for anymore, no more secrets to keep. Except their own of course. But maybe this wasn't just going to be some random land for long. She had picked up her scent. A scent from so long ago, something she thought she had buried along with her childhood. Although the entire reason they had even ventured this way was to look for him, she never in a million moons imagined she would actually find her.

It had been years since she had seen her, her old childhood friend. She had been royalty but still found time to be friends with a mere soldier like her. Before they had a chance to grow up, she was exiled. Her best friend was torn from her and all she had left was her older brother. She spent the next few years training to be a good little guard like she was meant to be. Peii was stronger, became a spy for the Summer Eclipse leaders. They never doubted his loyalty, not that there was any reason to doubt. But hers? Well, she never gave them much of a reason to believe in her. She hated them for what they had done, she wasn't a robot who would follow just for the sake of following. She had nothing to prove anymore.

As she walked along the wooded edge of the lake, her footsteps sinking into the soft earth, caressing her well traveled toes. She counted the trees, the rocks she passed. Making note of what side the moss was growing on. All second nature actions, like breathing. Her auds twitched at the sound of a fox catching a mouse about a quarter mile to her west. It made her stomach churn slightly, reminding her that she needed to go hunting soon. It had been a couple hundred miles since she had eaten much more than a mouse herself. She chuckled inwardly, Peii had probably already found himself a fawn or some kind of weasel to fill his stomach, never wasting time. Her bright orbs turned to the water, her swift trot slowing to a soft walk. A breeze played through her felt, teasing her senses. She closed her eyes gently, taking in the fresh air. Perhaps a stroll through the water for a bit would do her feet some good.

She dismounted gently from the small cliff of dirt and roots, her toes disappearing into the wet sand. She took lithe, long strides before slipping into the chilling liquid. It lapped at her limbs, hungrily seeping through her skin. She sighed deep with relief, tipping her wet nose to the sky and letting in a long, deep breath. What if this could be home? What if this random land they had happened upon was where they could belong? This place that held Dante's scent..... Dante's scent.

Her orbs flew open, nostrils flared, ears at immediate attention. She turned her head to the north as her scent soaked her nostrils. She was close, very close. There were others but that didn't matter. All these years, her best friend.... it was impossible.

Abandoning herself, she took off in a spray of heavy wet sand. She powered back into the woods, leaping seamlessly over fallen trees and overgrown roots. She barely heard the song of the spring birds flitting through the trees, driving her forward. She moved with such drive her paws barely grazed the dirt. Her heart pounded, her lungs burned with vigor at the excitement of seeing her childhood best friend. Too soon she came to a sliding stop. Before her, through the thicket she saw fire. Surrounded by five others, they were speaking, introducing it seemed. She stood as stone, watching, assessing, listening. Her body moved as a slug would in water, taking each step in painfully slow silence as she approached the tree line. The shadows drowned her bodice, the wind carrying her scent back to the west. She couldn't help but stare at the wolf before her. The wolf who was once a small pup, a little ball of happy fire, she was her best friend then. She blinked her icy eyes, what if things had changed. What if she didn't even remember the Irish lass. She stopped at the very edge, just barely in the spring sunlight now.

"Dante?"

She whispered with her sweet Irish tone, silver orbs abandoning all training.






Saoirse
An té a luíonn le madaí, eiroidh sé le dearnaid.

Female || Lone || Sister to Pompeii || Adult




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