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.

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She knew they had found her when they started nuzzling her, she came all this way to escape them now it seems that they had found her. She opens her eyes lazily, uncurling and looking around. Suddenly her eyes meet with the one in front of her. She lets out a squeak of terror and backs away, cowering, she asks "Y-You're not o-one of them? She looks around, the fear plainly in her eyes, and cocks her head at the question that shoots in her direction. "Dead." That was all she needed to say, tears were starting to cloud her eyes and were threatening to spill.
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She never knew why the wolves had killed her parents, the rest of the pack was fine, except the ones who had guarded their den. Was there some rivalry going on, were they angry with her father for exiling them? Her grandparents had found her, amid the destruction of the den. Her parents were dead, her siblings had gotten the same fate. She had been the only one to survive. . .


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