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.



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He knew well enough to keep on his toes. He remained trying to look as unthreatening as possible - which was hard for the Spartan. She woke angrily and snatched the fish from him. He sat on his rump, about a stride or two away from her. What had he to fear? He was an assassin of Abendrot for the gods sakes. His rubies watched her carefully as she ate. She snarled more at him. "I'm not going to sleep with you, if that's what you were thinking." His brow raised in curiosity. Was that what she thought of him already? He shook his head and looked at the remains of the fish.

In the silence she sat up before him. His orbs looked back to meet hers. "So then, what is it that you want? I warn you, I'm a master in fighting and will take you down should you try to attack me. I have no desire to carry your seed." Master in fighting? Mabbit scoffed under his breath. "I mean no harm. And with all respect, my lady, you are no "master fighter". I'm sure I would have heard about you as everyone knows of the loyal fighters of packs. You reak of Aurora. They're a large pack but not very well known for fighting. I try to keep tabs on things like that. In case i do run into any liars." He said calmly, his voice deep and gruff as before. His lips curled up into a slight grin. "Abendrot is known for fighting skills. I happen to be their Delta and assassin." He spoke, hoping not to scare the woman but to appease her with at least his ranking in an admirable pack. "My title is Mabbit. Might you tell me yours?"

This War Is Ours

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