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.


Born to be W I L D


Gwaine couldn’t deny that he’d been relieved - happy even - when Chenzii had assured him that he wouldn’t be intruding. The brute found himself enjoying her company and smiles flowed freely between the pair as they talked. He watched as she departed to allow him a chance to look around and get to know the place. “If you ever need anything, you know where to find me.” The knight nodded, smiling at her once more. He would be sure to seek her out if he needed anything. Perhaps, even if he didn’t.


The crunch of snow under paws brought Gwaine out of his slumber. The brute’s ears perked up and his eyes were wide and alert. His nares sniffed at the cold air entering his den and his body relaxed at the realization that it was only Chenzii. A smile graced the hessian at the thought of the raven femme. He couldn’t deny that he had a crush on the ess, but Gwaine wouldn’t admit it aloud. It was too soon for that. Hell, he didn’t even know how she felt about him and the knight wanted nothing less than to overstep his boundaries. The earthen male closed his eyes, hoping to catch a few more winks of sleep before starting his day. Winter was certainly not his favorite season. His coat was not made for the cold and the chilly air penetrated right to his bones. At least later in the day it was a tad bit warmer than now.

Problem was, Gwaine couldn’t get back to sleep. His brain had woken up and it refused to rest. It was ready for action. With a sigh, the brute forced himself to stand and stretched his protesting muscles. It seemed that every part of him wanted to sleep except his cerebrum. Like inching into cold water, Gwaine inched into the frigid air. His breath could plainly be seen and the brute cursed the godawful season under his breath. Maybe a run would warm him up.

There was no particular agenda in mind as the brute allowed his legs to stretch their full length, eating up the ground and kicking up snow every which way. As lovely as fresh, clean snow was, ruining it was far more satisfying. Gwaine found himself out of the pack lands in no time. He ran until he finally felt warm enough to be comfortable. When the knight finally slowed to a walk, he realized that he didn’t have the faintest idea where he was. He’d been so unfocused on his surroundings that he hadn’t payed attention. Well, he could always follow his own scent back if he truly was lost. And what was life without a few surprises?

When Gwaine pushed through the trees, he really was surprised. Chenzii stood before him, by the river that Staircase Falls flowed into. He paused for a moment, mouth open in slight shock. Then the brute blushed, realizing it must look odd that he’d just so happened to go to the same place she was. Maybe his run hadn’t been so unconscious after all. He’d play it cool for now. Hopefully Chenzii didn’t think it too weird. “Fancy meeting you here.” He said, grinning at her. “Long time no see, neighbor.” Gwaine moved towards the ice she’d cracked and lapped some of the water from it. “What brings you out here on this fine morning?”

OOC: I'm sosososo sorry this took me forever to get up! D:

Knight || Empty Heart || No Heirs ||Free Spirit Loyal to Kalgalath


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