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?

The smaller femme padded softly towards her destination, she'd been here before, a while back. She was finally getting used to this place and knew her way around some of it, not all but some. Once at the falls, she lowered her head to the water, lapping some of it up. Ears perked, she sat back and looked around, her eyes catching another white femme. She watched the femme; getting up and padding over, silently she nudged her head. She didn't know this vixen, but she did know when somebody was upset or crying, even silently. Licking her ear if she didn't move away when she nudged her head.

"I dont know why you're upset or what is going on in your life but the pieces will fall together." she attempted to comfort the weeping vixen with her soft words. Milo carefully sat down next to her, this vixen could lash out if she felt the need to. She knew others were prone to lashing out when upset or hurt; so her getting close to her without getting a response was a little risky. But Milo did so anyway, hoping to get a response out of the other femme and wagged her plume a little bit, not very much but just to show this other girl that she meant no harm and was going to hurt her or try to.

female || young adult || home || kin ||


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