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.



no affiliations .x. of age .x. female .x. loveless .x. controlled by kyleigh


It was never her intention to nod off at the Lake. It was a result of the atmosphere, the cool liquid encasing her small, exhausted frame and slowly easing her into a light slumber. The relaxed energy that she had experienced prior to falling asleep would quickly disperse, however. Deeper levels of sleep seized the vixen and immediately opened millions of scattered memories for her. Her body had tried to stir her whenever the male originally arrived, but to no avail. She could hear it in the back of her mind, the instincts that desperately screamed at her and demanded her to WAKE UP.

She could not, though. She was observing. In her dream, she is surrounded by her siblings. Each one of them towering above her. Taller, wider. There is not a single one of them with a small, delicate appearance such as Anastasia. They all took their turn on her, lashing out. The air filled with the sound of shredding flesh and the clashing of daggers. Blood. Oh god, the blood. Quite a bit poured from the small ess. However, it funneled from her brothers and sisters, too. It was nearly impossible to escape such an ordeal and live, but Anastasia managed to inflict damage on a majority of them while her heart still thundered in her chest.

It seemed like a bad dream. And for most lupines, that's all that it would be. For Anastasia, though, it was a reality. A viscous memory that crept into her mind frequently. So when a deep snarl escaped her head and erupted throughout her auds, she related it immediately to her dream and swiftly arose. The vixen shoved herself away from the source of the sound, kicking up water and sand in the process of her panic. Multiple emotions worked their way upon her delicate mask as her steel gray hues dilated to capture a clear image of the Russian warrior.

His accent would throw her off momentarily, but whenever she finally processed what he had to say, the fear that had so quickly taken over her body would vanish even quicker. Instead, her mask contorted into a look of suppressed rage, -- hackles raising and ivory incisors making their impression. Venom surged through her words as she uttered her phrase at him, “Another dumbass move is to wake up a sleeping beast.” Her hues reached up to connect with his, cold steel hues set ablaze by the anger that infiltrated her. “So please tell me, what made you want to wake this dumbass up?”





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