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


“Well, if you are lucky enough to be born with a pelt as thick as mine to keep you warm, you just have to find someone who’s willing to be close enough to you to share.” Chenzii winked at the brute and he blushed, a smirk playing on his lips. Well well. Gwaine, wanted to preserve their friendship in case Chenzii did not see him as he saw her, had forgone such a comment, but it seemed that Chenzii had stuck her toe into the water. Two could play that game. He sent a spray of snow at the ess, giving her a playful smile. He couldn’t hold back his laugh at the contrast of the white snow on her dark pelt and she grinned back at him, a playful growl filling the silence between the pair. Chenzii sent Gwaine his own gift of snow and he shook his head as the flakes covered him. They would melt soon, leaving silly looking trails of slicked fur behind them making him cold once more. The curse that kept on giving, as it were. With the snow distracting him, the brute didn’t even register Chenzii leaping toward him and she was able to push him over easily. He landed with his back in the snow, a bark of mock offense ringing out.

Gwaine bounced up as quick as he could, shaking the snow from his pelt everywhere. It was cold, but he hardly noticed it, wagging his chocolate plume instead and grinned at Chenzii. It must’ve have looked rather silly to passers-by, two grown vargs playing in the snow, but everyone was still a child at heart if you asked Gwaine. Some more than others, but just the same everyone needed to let loose sometimes. And being around someone who gave you butterflies did make you feel young and playful again. He leapt at Chenzii, hoping to tip her over like she had him, into a snowbank then leapt back to scoop more snow towards her. Either way, he eventually made it over to her aud. “Was that an offer, Chenzii?” He raised his brows at her, a playful grin on his kissers. Gwaine was never one to be outdone. “Unless there’s someone else you had in mind because obviously I’m a realllll catch.” He winked, sidestepping away from her and diving into the snow. Their little scuffle had warmed him up bit. He popped his head up, muzzle covered in flakes. “Can’t you tell? Who’s the lucky winner, then?”

As much as he jested, Gwaine did really take this seriously. He rarely ever did, but for once in his life, he truly liked a femme enough to be earnest. It was buried deep within him, even his ability to be 100% solemn about something he hardly used, but it was there somewhere. Maybe he did hide behind his jokes, and maybe he did so a bit too much, but it was just how he was. Either to protect himself from getting hurt, or to mask his true feelings, Gwaine always had a reason to kid around. And now, if he could make Chenzii laugh by doing so then he wouldn’t stop. Really, that was why he did it. Making other people happy had always been his goal, just as protecting them was. When someone else was happy, Gwaine was happy. Especially if he was the one to make them that way, even if it was only temporary. He could always find his joy in other people’s. But now, he was finding it all on his own. He’d found it in Chenzii and he could only hope that she felt similar to him. If she didn’t, he could always hide behind his banter, as he usually did, but Gwaine wanted nothing more than the opposite and he would do all he could to make that come true.

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


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