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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.


Scarlet Letters


Though my sins are written in scarlet blood...

Eerie had not been the first to reach her son, there before her was a smaller figure taking him away from her. A mixed growl caused bile to rise up through her throat and she choked it back tasting the acidity of it all making it harder and harder to keep it down. Her limbs were weakening and her vision was blurred and blackened around the edges as she stumbled forward trying to get to them. Branches cracked and fell into her path forcing her to change direction and intercept them at a farther point. Eerie clenched her jaw and leapt over branch and fallen limb over and over ignoring the pain and slow build up of lactic acid throughout her musculature. She moved with what swiftness she could and she could only hope that her instincts had led her correctly through this smoke stricken blindness. Tears were falling down her face leaving ashy streaks across her façade. The ash and salt created a eerily painted picture on her face, all of the years of torment that she had endured were painted across her face. These tears were more than anyone could know, for the mistress had not wept since the day she had been taken from her mother. She hadn’t even cried for her brother in the days after his death. In her distracted emotional haze she missed the cracking branch above her, and it was too late for her to escape it when she did.

The weight crashed down across her back and pinned her to the ground. Her head hit the ground and she blacked out momentarily, before slightly coming back into reality. Branches dug into her skin and the heat was burning her. A flush of adrenaline hit her system and she achingly began to pull herself from the wreckage of limbs, she cried out and a pierced into her side and ripped through her flesh. She continued to pull through as the branch cut her further and further down her side. Revealing muscle and ribs to the extreme heat and multitude of debris that was floating on the air. The edges of the wound were cauterized by the embers of the branch, but this did not really do much in the greater scheme. As soon as the branch pulled itself from her body she knew she was free of the trap, but the blackness that swam at the edges of her vision consumed it wholly.


Sharp pins bit into the thick of her scruff and Eerie woke with a start, her eyes blinking heavily as everything slowly returned to her. Her side was a bloodied, hacked up mess, but it had clotted heavily. Eerie looked to find her supposed attacker and after finding her son she pulled herself up. The adrenaline finally replenished and kicking back in. Eerie has risen out of her sons grasp, but he was still stumbling blindly through the outer edges of the terra. She had known somewhere in the dimness of her consciousness that there had been another wolf there, who she did know. And therefore she did not care. Tiresias was all that she cared for.

Eerie gripped him by the scruff and pulled him along, trying to keep him up right and walking. They had to get to the lake. And in her hurried state Eerie did not think about the wound that had been ripped into her side or the blood that was now beginning to pour from it once more. They moved quickly, or as quickly as two smoke choked wolves could. Eerie’s adrenaline was the only thing keeping her moving at this point, and so as they came upon the lake’s shore it all began to fade away again. The adrenaline, her vision, everything; it was all swimming in her head. She hardly heard the words that Tiresias was beginning to say, even yell at her. Where… where is she? Where is my sister? And… Apollonia? Dear Fenris is she okay? Eerie you… you have to go find them. You have to! Why didn’t we take her with us? Eerie blinked slowly, a dazed look had overcome her vision. The blood loss she had suffered was beginning to effect her, T-th-they made it… She made it out, but you were most important… Tiresias. She stumbled back, the lake’s waves starting to lap at her paws. I had to save… y-you…

Her vocals cracked and broke with each words as she stumbled backwards. The strength in her voice was gone and she tripped over each word, confused by his concern over this wolf. Who was his sister? Caspian had all the rest of them… didn’t he? Eerie’s head tilted sideways with confusion. They weren’t her responsibility… Tiresias was. Eerie saw the blackness swarming her vision before it consumed it. Her body crumpled into the shallow waves of the lake, the blood that had caked on her body was dying the water crimson as it washed away. Her last thought was that someone would find them. Someone to help them…

I will rewrite them as white as snow...
|Eerie - Mother to Tiresias|

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