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.

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holding onto his words, but baby [ Violet ]
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No one ever really knows how important the word goodbye can become to them. Everyone throws it around so carelessly, expecting the person to be there time and time again. But when they're gone, and its too late to say it anymore, do they finally understand the meaning of the word. Most would give anything for another chance to say goodbye. Normally the lack of closure can leave a hole inside of you that can't be filled; for Rosia, that hole made it's appearance long, long ago. The thing about Rosia's past is that no one truly knows what she's been through. As a matter of fact, she hasn't ever let anyone close enough to her to let them find out. In her younger years, just on the verge of entering her teen stage, the lass's parents were taken from her. The worst part of the disappearance was that even though Rosia had hidden from her parent's assailant, she had listened to every terrified word as her mother begged for her life. Every snarl, every whimper, every howl in agony echoed in her auds as she had hid motionless in the foliage of a nearby bush. Her eyes were clamped shut, as if the harder she tried to close them, the more distant the sounds would be. But they never did go away. Rosia had waited for the antagonists to leave before she had removed herself from her hiding spot, but never did she turn back to see her parents. Never did she want to see their blood spilled on the terra firma. Never did she want to see the cold stare in the eyes of her mother and father that once looked at her full of life and excitement. Never did she want to see their motionless bodies lying there as she prayed to Tor. Never did she want to say goodbye.

From the moment Rosia had set foot in Bright Moon only a year or so ago, she had never felt any more at home. Since her obscure, ghastly childhood, the maiden had grown up a warrior with no emotion, until she entered the land under the rule of her alabaster king, Tamlin. What she has always wanted since the death of her parents, and the only weakness that Rosia has ever known herself to have, was another family. One that she would never have to say goodbye to, nor ever having to think that someone of that family would say goodbye. That was until she had come across the lifeless body of yet another one of the closest wolves in her life-Her beloved Tamlin. Rosia's heart that had so recently been repaired,was once again filled with a darker, deeper void. The pallid alpha had been there since the moment she entered Bright Moon, through every moment as she shaped her personality with her new family, through every activity that lead her to be second in command. It was always Tamlin whom she would turn to for any problems, and it was Rosia whom Tamlin would turn to for any of his. It was one relationship that Rosia could actually admit to having feelings for. Although not love, but friendship. It was that void that Tamlin had left her with that she had grown distant from Bright Moon; allowing herself to get swallowed by the depression of yet another wolf taken away from her world, because unlike the death of her parents, Rosia honestly would've given anything to turn around and say goodbye one last time to Tamlin if the chance had risen...

The obsidian maiden wished she could go back and apologize to the old members, the only true family she has ever had in her lifetime, but instead she had left with no explanation. Rosia had been left alone with the alphaship that Tamlin had bestowed on her when he had left the world. The wolf that Rosia was before her entrance into the pack of Bright Moon would have had no problem taking over a pack, but the Rosia that Tamlin had left her with was not ready to be a Queen. The pack had made her feel. Bright Moon had made her the wolf that she thought she would always become if her parents had never been murdered. She was a wolfess that was loyal, cruel when the time came for her to be, but yet was always heartfelt and true when she spoke to her packmembers. And although that is a facade all pack members should dream to be, the moment that Tamlin had passed away, his death brought back the anguish in which she had felt all those years after she lost her parents. It brought back the old Rosia that was never suppose to resurface again.

A quarter cruel; A quarter insane; A quarter warrior; A quarter seductress. You never know which one you are going to get. You see, after all the bad in her life, the onyx wolfess has seemed to lose a bit of her soul; which is why upon her arrival back to Blossom Forest, for reasons unknown as to why she decided to return, she roams the land only as though to have some fun. Most wolves in the entire domain of Blossom Forest were naive.. easy to manipulate. Rosia has fun teasing these type. A beautifully cunning seductress with the mesmerizing emerald orbs that just as fast as they come to you innocently, turn into narrowed slits as they attack, much like the serpent that slithers across the ground and snaps with vengeance. And that is what Rosia was doing, slithering towards Staircase Falls. With each gliding step, Rosia kept her pads from hitting the ground with a hard impact. Instead, she trotted lightly, hardly producing a sound as her green gems surveyed the area. The sun's rays were shifting against her shadowed body, the cascading foliage causing it to dance across her pelt and the damp ground. The lost soul could feel the humidity in the air increasing as she neared Staircase Falls, and soon she could hear the faint trickle of the water as it streamed steadily down the many levels of rocks. It was often in her early years within Blossom Forest that she would come here to find peace, to listen to the steady stream and wind rustle through the leaves.

Rosia came to a halt, finding herself at level one of the staircase of rocks, looking down at the white foam at the bottom of the cascade. They say that in the summer, the water moves more rapidly; dangerous to a wolf who has no idea what they are doing. One wrong move and you're sent tumbling down the current, jagged rocks crunching into your sides. However, Rosia isn't a mindless fool. With ease she hopped down a couple steps, her pads testing the rocks as she carefully pinpointed what rocks to step onto and which to avoid. With the destination spot only a few steps away, Rosia lifted her head and leapt the rest of the way, her back paws dismantling a few small rocks as she landed with a small skid on a fairly large platform. The rock in which she came upon was damp from the mist that rose from the bottom of the falls, feeling nice and cool against her stomach as she slowly sprawled across the ledge. It is here and here only that Rosia lets herself feel; It was here that she had went to every day after Tamlin had died, and it was here that she had let the depression wrap around her mind and consume her thoughts. This is where she goes to think, and on a day like today, with the lands of Blossom Forest being practically lifeless and inactive, it was almost as if Rosia's idea of letting her self feel her emotions again was going to be the only entertainment of the day. The onyx warrior sighed heavily, her brow beginning to furrow as her deep thoughts entered her confused brain.

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