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.

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Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Draven was rather pleased when his breakfast decided to come directly to him – either that, or entertainment at the very least. He had heard the galloping paw steps approaching him, but in the following silence, had assume that his meal had developed a sense of self-preservation, turned head to tail and ran. But then the quiet squeaking of sand being dispensed by rising and falling weight caused his audettes to swivel back toward their origin, and a malevolent grin came to bear upon his kissers. Draven closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his grin turning downcast as he felt his ribs rubbing too close to his skin’s surface – had he really been in his dark abysmal home for so long that he had lost this much muscle and padding? Where once he had been a well-trained, well-oiled killing machine, he now was rather ordinary. Just another loner wolf, who appeared to be harmless, or at least as harmless as the common wolf was. They were still predators… but the terrifying effect that he had previously held was lost. Where was the charm that had lulled many a fae into a naïve and calm state, allowing him to use them and capture them with ease? Where was the muscle that gave him strength and dexterity in duels against the vargs he decided to ingest? In his cavern he had been content, happy even to laze out in the winter months as would a bear or some other hibernating thing, but he had apparently lost himself and his direction. He had been feared, once, and hated, and both were things he had reveled in… but in his current state he could no longer claim the prior titles that he once had.

Why hello, other creature.’ Draven’s frown slowly curled upward again and he purred before standing and stretching first forward and then backward, his tight and atrophied muscles groaning in concern and dismay. “Creature.” His vocals were deep, low, throaty. It had once been part of his charm, but now it too seemed to go with his ragabond appearance. “That is a new one. I am more used to beast, demon, devil, monster…” His body craved to run into the shadows as the first rays of the sun began to warm his flesh, but instead he opened his eyes and turned his head to peer at the stranger who had been either brave or stupid enough to approach him. “…but creature will do just fine.” A red, dry tongue ran over his lips and teeth to moisten them but to no avail. All but ignoring the stranger’s presence, he neared the water’s edge and drank from it, slow motions that brought him to lap up the cool water. He dearly wished to bathe in it, for even he could smell himself – a dank, foul smell that told of months of solitude in the very depths of hell. Once his thirst was sated he slowly entered the water, and allowed the natural swaying of the ways to pull the grime and sweat from between the hairs of his coat. The surrounding liquid around him darkened briefly, until the particulate matter fell, sinking to the silt of the lake’s bottom. All the while, he kept his gaze averted so that while the sun still stung his eyes, he did not directly burn out his retinas. Painful small pupils remained as constricted as he could and Draven masochistically got pleasure from dealing with the pain.

I am Raja Chandra, I hope I did not alarm you.’ His purr turned into a growl and he rolled his eyes, remembering the presence of the intruder. “What care I for your name, if all I wish to call you is ‘meal’.” The black varg whipped around to stare down the opposing wolf with his cold emeralds, but the growl turned to a laugh, one which did not reach his gaze. “Unless, that is, you can provide amusement for me on this… fine morning?” The water split as he neared the shore, ripples coming from the sides of his body and eventually, drips furthering the ripples once his abdomen cleared the surface. “So which is it, Raja Chandra? Are you prey, or entertainment?

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