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.



Cry Little Sister And Save These
And Save These Lost Boys

She was so sick and tired, the kind of tired that sleep could not fix. Everything was just unfixable. She had no family - And now her very own lover deserted her after their wedding. He just left. They were royalty . . . She held the throne once again after Stormy Horizion took Spring Grounds from her paws and left her bloodied and scarred. She felt worthless, lifeless, Murderous almost. She took up a new hobby, her sadistic little ways. She began draining sweet crimson blood from those she now hunted. How she so wished she could track her lost love the way she could with these others, sweet Lucifer. Her dearest love. Yet he just left without a trace.

She gave a soft sigh as the beautiful night raven walked to the river, basking in the Autumn moonlight and taking in the cool air. She had with her a snack - A hare. She had just eaten however not long ago. This was merely for fun and for blood. She sank her canines into the small creature and began to suck on the puncture wounds, her sapphire and emerald eyes closing as she began her feast. She only ever feasted anymore when the sun went down, for that was when she only seemed to be awake.

Her eyes opened only to drop her meal. The carcass now bloodless. What purpose did the meat serve for now? It was almost flavorless. She flicked the corpse into the river. Her orbs the only thing visible of her in the shadows of where she sat, perched on a rock that overhung.

"Be one of us."
Thou Shall Not Fall
We Can't Fall


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