When solid ground grows soft with emerald moss and rivulets of black mud, and coffee-colored water pours slowly around the trunks of densely carpeted trees, this marks the beginning of Laod Mor: the swamp of Blossom Forest. Time itself seems to slow to a soporific crawl . . . the humid jungle air grows stagnant, thick with the scent of rich flooded earth and an abundance of green things that can be found nowhere else—except perhaps Caidir Olc. In some areas of the swamp, water rises so high the only way to cross it is to crawl across fallen logs or massive roots arching from their liquid beds; in other places a wolf might wade easily through the mire—or find a fortunate stretch of mostly dry earth. Pieces of the great river, Glaesfaet Sceawere, also slice through from time to time: small falls that feed into surprisingly clear pools, only to terminate into tar-like pits. Of course, Laod Mor’s beauty shines brightest at night. Here, fireflies gather at all times of the year . . . suffusing the shadowy place with millions of twinkling lights.

Those looking to hunt here of course find a myriad of water prey, including caiman, turtles, fish, crayfish, otters, and toads.


So Condescending, Unnecessarily Critical [Athene]

I have the tendency of getting very physical

So watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle

Rakasa was lonely. Plain and simple. It had been so long since he had encountered another canine worth his time and attention. True, he wasn’t much of a pack dweller, but he still had a hunger for contact with others. A hunger that grumbled beneath his skin with each step. Of course, with winter coming to a close, more wolves would be out and about increasing his chances of finding a new play thing – hence why he was now trotting along the river toward the Falls. Surely there would be visitors passing by the cascade, the Falls remained one of the most popular areas in Blossom Forest for its beauty and accessibility.

In the distance Rak could hear the water pooling down into the river and began to pick up the pace. His muscles tensed and relaxed in time with his bounding lope, carrying his large body to its intended destination. The ebony brute hoped he stumbled upon someone interesting. It had been almost a year since his last memorable encounter, leaving his life to seem rather dull indeed. The female he had found, all those months ago, had almost been his next great conquest – almost. Until she had challenged him and won his respect in a show of true power and grace. They parted ways on good terms and he had yet to see her again since. A true let down, in his eyes. Athene, the warrioress. He would have loved to get to know the spunky femme a little better even if it was only for the occasional spar or romp. She was one of the only wolves Rak had ever come across that matched his own skill and wit and from that first glance across the ashen field he was entranced. Perhaps, if he weren’t so stubborn and heartless, he would have hunted her down sooner. Courted her properly, should she accept his affections.

Alas, he was a monster. A loveless being. His very name could tell anyone as much. A lowlife, and nothing more. Still, he couldn’t help his mind wandering to the brindled ghost, and he didn’t like it. A distraction was far overdue. While he ran on Rak let his mind run too, trying to think of everything but his urge to seek and find the girl on his mind. He hardly paid any attention to the happenings around him, mindlessly following the rushing water toward its source.

OOC: Sorry it's so crappy and short! It'll get better as time goes on! <3

{Rakasa} :: {Brute} :: {Adult} :: {Chained to None} :: {No Spawn} :: {No Allies}

Does it kill? Does it burn?
Is it painful to learn that it's me that has all the control?


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