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.


I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good


Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The scarred brute padded forward, speaking up to let the female know that he was there. Padfoot was not surprised that he caught her off guard. Despite his large form he walked silently, his presence unknown unless he made it known. The femme spun around, almost tripping over her own paws and the brute stifled a laugh, not wanting her to feel embarrassed, but kept the smile upon his kissers. "How long were you standing there? And to answer your questions, not always and no there normally is no voices that talk back." A soft laugh escaped her as she padded back onto the shore, water dripping from her pelt after her swim. Water hit his own pelt as she shook hers out, another laugh escaping her. She was a cheerful girl, laughing and smiling a lot. Very different from the last femme he had been around. ”Long enough to tell that you don’t rely on others to have a fun day.” The smile stayed upon the brute’s features, once more showing he was not mocking her.

As the male spoke he looked her up and down, trying to figure out more about her. Bright orbs met his grey ones. Her fur was fluffed out, seeming to be thick as his own, just a different shade. Other than the playful and happy vibes coming from her, it was hard to read much more. Padfoot would have to spend more time with the female to learn who she really was. "What brings you here today mister?" The femme’s plume wagged behind her as she spoke to him. ”Just out for a stroll. I don’t like to keep still for long. And yourself?” The midnight colored brute padded forward, brushing against her briefly if she didn’t shy away before reaching down to the water to lap at it. Once his thirst had been quenched he turned back to face her, tongue licking at his wet mouth. ”So what’s your name?”

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3


【Padfoot – Soldier – Chained by None – Violet】


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