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 could not recall ever having a real connection with a femme in his life. At least not a romantic one. He’d been raised by his mother and had grown up with an older sister, but he hadn’t spoken to his mother since he’d left home and he and his sister didn’t exactly get along. Still, one would think that the brute would have had at least some luck with the ladies. But he hadn’t. Most of them had been flirtationships, but every time he thought that there was something there, the femmes would leave and Gwaine would be left alone once more. When he’d joined the knights, he hadn’t the time to pursue a relationship and the brotherhood of the knights kept him from being lonely. But of course all good things had to come to an end and then Gwaine had been on his own. The wandering lifestyle had always suited him, and he was really starting to think that his own company was all he really needed. Then he had met Kal during a fight to chase off some bullies and Gwaine and the Alpha had become fast friends. Though the knight once more chose to remain on his own, he now had a connection with someone again. And as a fully fledged member of Aurora, Gwaine hoped that he would continue to make friends. He was generally amicable and enjoyed making others laugh, so it wasn’t very difficult for him. But he had only been in the pack for a short time and currently his social circle was rather small.

And maybe, for now, that was good. The earthen brute figured that it was better to have a few vargs who he was really close with than know many, but not truly be friends with any of them. It was a marvel how Kal and Sebring did it. They seemed to not only know everyone by name, but also know about their lives. Perhaps, as a leader, one picked up on these things more than a normal wolf. Not that Gwaine would ever know. But that didn’t explain Chenzii. She seemed to know just as much as the alphas did about her packmates. But then she had been there for a long time. Gwaine aspired to be as knowledgeable about his comrades as she was. It was a talent, one that he did not possess. The brute wondered what other talents she had. After all, despite living next to her, he found that he hardly knew her.

As hessian entered the clearing, the raven ess jumped a little, startled at the sound. No surprise for someone who had been lost in thought only moments before. Chenzii turned to face Gwaine with a smile, stepping over so he could lap at the water. “Hello Gwaine. Just out for a stroll I suppose. Are you on any type of agenda today?” The brute thought for a moment, purposefully pulling an over exaggerated, comical face. “Staying warm.” He said eventually. “I don’t suppose you have any suggestions do you? You must be accustomed to the winter here, Chenzii.” The knight raised a brow at the ess. Normally, he would have suggested snuggling up to preserve body heat, but he liked her too much for that kind of stupid comment. Instead, Gwaine grinned and raised his front paw, using it to send a spray of snow at his companion. Just because they were adults didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun.

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


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