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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Hellene had expected fear - for this pup was obviously abandoned - why else would she be curled up asleep in the wide open land? She could understand an adult leaving their kin alone, especially to go hunting for food, but only if the pup was safe - in a den, or hidden cavern. And an orphaned pup? Well... the world was a big and scary place... a difficult world to grow up in. Something that Hellene was well aware of, especially considering how many difficulties she, herself, had faced. But to digress - she had expected fear... and it was fear that she got. The pup scrambled away from her, lids opened wide as the pup frantically examined her surroundings.

'Y-You're not o-one of them?'

Hellene cocked her head slowly and paused, her maw partly open as she tried to figure out exactly what the pup was asking. "Excuse me, hunny? One... one who? You're going to have to be more sp..."

'Dead.'

Hellene's maw shut and slowly she shook her head, before vehemently shaking it faster. "No, no, no darling. I am not dead. I am alive and so are you, but you will not be for long if we do not get you somewhere warm, and get some food in you." Slowly, Hellene approached the pup and reached out with her nares, hoping to nuzzle the pup trying to comfort the frantic faeling, but not wanting to stress out the pup any more than was necessary.

"How does that sound? Somewhere to warm up and get dry? A meal in your belly? I cannot say that I'm a skilled hunter, but I am very good at fishing... and it just so happens that trout love to swim upstream through these cascades. My name is Hellene, by the way. What's yours?"

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||Hellene|| ||I hold my own heart|| ||Aurora Borealis–Delta || ||Adult|| || Mother to Khaleesi, Destan ||



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