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 Forestís 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.


Life is but a flower{Motionless}

That bastard of a son was still alive, somewhere here. For now he would live until Blacktip had found where he was located, there he would die. That worthless bastard, a poor excuse for a son.

Blacktip shook his head, he had come here to the Lake for some relaxation, not to plot ways to kill that bastard. Somewhere along the water, he spotted a fish jumping in and out of the water. With one swift motion he bit at it, feeling the crunch of bone in his mouth and tasting the blood. He walked a little more and then set down his meal, lying down he begins to eat, keeping an ear out for any sounds that might alert him to another's presence.


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