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.


;;{would you bleed for me?};;


would you bleed for me?

"Well I'm new here, so I was just kind of exploring, even looking for friends or recruits.. I guess that's what you could call it." she chuckled at her own words, her tail wagging. When the brute brushed against her, she stayed where she was; taking in his scent as her eyes followed him. She took a step back when he faced her, letting her rump hit the ground as she sat back, letting her tail fall limp behind her "So what's your name?" his words hit her ears and she made a toothy grin and giggled some. "Well aren't you going to show some manners and introduce yourself first?" She kept up her grin, swaying her tail on the ground as she waited for his response. She was in a very playful mood, most of her words being met with smiles and giggles and all that jazz. She kept eye contact with him, batting her eyes a bit. Then meeting it with a small giggle.

Maybe he'd be a nice addition for when she claimed a pack, maybe not. But that wasn't her prime focus it seemed right then; as she was focused on getting this brutes name before she shared her own. Hers wasn't anything special but she sometimes liked to mind her manners and on those rare occasions, she kept up a certain amount of joyfulness. Nothing else but that. She looked over this brute in front of her and noticed the scar after her eyes traveled back up to his face, not really thinking anything of it, her orbs met his again and she smiled. "It's a nice day." the words slipped from her lips and in a past life, she would probably be talking to an elder about it or someone wanting to join her pack at the time. But that was over and done with, this was the here and now. She'd never been in love and had so many ambitions.

lick it off my lips like you needed me?

Milo || Female || Young Adult || Love || Home


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