Where once the southern border of Blossom Forest was made by Leisure Lake, the magical rearrangement of the lands has laid there instead a vast, uncrossable ocean. The shore differs as you travel along it. Tall mountainous cliffs arise on the western part and at one point, the large river that runs through Blossom Forest opens up at its tributary into a well sheltered cove. As you come more eastward, the towering peaks shorten into rocky foothills. A large section of the shore is inaccessible to most, as Uyaraut has claimed it as their own. But if you skirt around their territory, the hills disappear, swallowed up into the land until it is as flat as the eye can see. The vibrant greens dull into short and dry browns and tans, and the land dries and cracks apart until it melds into The Waste - the desert that forms Blossom Forest’s easternmost border.

For those looking to hunt here, there are of course the fish within the ocean, along with crabs, seals and urchins. For on the shore, there are seagulls, herons, and ospreys.


Wolf in Sheep's Skin [ Jozlen ]

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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It was not often that Draven let his throne in the Cavern of Secrets – it was not often that he sought out the sunlight that now blinded him. How long had he be living within the damp dark walls of his cave? For it was his cave. All too often pups came in, searching for adventure, and ended up becoming lost in the labyrinth that was its passages. There were dead ends, weak floors, and an endless number of turns. But he was all too comfortable within the maze, his sleuthing skills and his sharp mind giving him the unique ability to know by memory all of its secrets… or at least most of them. There were some paths that he had yet to explore merely because he had not yet had the time. Though he had been living there for months… perhaps a year or more?... it still had not be a sufficient amount of time to explore every path, nook and cranny. The monster nonetheless had been far from busy – though sometimes there were the aforementioned pups who had invaded his homes, or perhaps the adults who had thought to rest there – he had rested a lot. Much like a giant bear in the winter hibernated through the winter, so too had Draven. The one difference was that his hibernation had lasted not for a season, but nearly for a full year.

True, he had awoken to explore and to catch meals here and there, but largely he had become complacent. It was within his dreams, within his sleep, that he was happiest, for it was there that he at long last murdered Halina and took her torn and tattered corpse as his own, skinning it clean and using it line his bed. Each night he killed her in a different manner, for one thing that Draven was not was ‘unimaginative’, and each morning he awoke angry that it had been but a dream. Perhaps that was why he was thusly enraged with the harsh sunlight and had stayed retreated into the cave. And now, of course, he had been in the darkness for so long with his pupils fully dilated that he was extremely sensitive to the light – in fact, it was painful for him to step into the sun for his pupils harshly would constrict. But the time had come for him to face this pain for how would he ever accomplish his goal of murdering Halina if he never left this damned cave, this comfortable home of his?

He was at least a step in the right direction, for he had found her adopted daughter and had started to form a plan, either to hurt Halina by hurting the girl, or to use the girl to get himself close to Halina, close enough to kill her. The only question was – how? She had bested him before, and would best him again in one on one fight. Draven was not stupid or prideful, and would not rely on his fighting prowess. He was a good fighter… but she was great. He could admit that, for she was his most prized adversary – the femme he had fallen in love with as a teenager only to find out that she would never choose him willing because of her sinful sexual preference for homosexuality. He had taken still… but he wanted to have her for forever, even if it was just her flailed corpse to line his bed.

Draven was not one for small gestures – he would not linger at the cavern’s edge in order to slink back in when the sun got too bright for his pools. No… instead he left at midnight in order to get as far away from his home as possible… and perhaps it was best for the light of the moon was painful enough. But now it was nearly dawn. As the brute glanced about, his emeralds sparkled in the first rays – nearly all of his orb was iris, so small was his pupil. He winced and decided that this was as good of a place as any to suffer for the day – he was by water, should he work up the desire to bathe, and was near enough to the treeline that he could find brief shelter should he need relief. Laying down by the lake, the ebonero crossed his paws and laid his great cranium upon his limbs, watching the coming and going of the waves, his jaw firmly set as he prepared himself for the coming pain.

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω


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