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 Forestís 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.

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How is this femme always so happy? Throughout the entirety of the pack meeting, throughout the whole of it, she had been happy, pleasant. And even now as I approach her she is waving her plume around like a pup ready to play. Any who are looking upon us must think that we are the epitome of yin and yang, two completely different wolves interacting for some... odd reason. And it is odd, even for me. I cry out and say I want my space from others, to be responsible for only myself and yet I am here. Still, my face is a blank slab, no emotion shown behind even the small smile I have painted upon my kissers for her benefit. And then the distrance grows - as she starts to address me, her tongue lolls from her maw. She is completely and utterly relaxed, calm, content. I tilt my head and my lids purse a bit, because is not that exactly what I have been searching for for myself? Is not that the reason I have closed off the emotions within my veins, my heart, my mind? She reminds me of Macaria - the pup that was always happy and bouncing around... but even that little ebony pup had had darker moments, namely whenever her dear mother came about. I cannot bring myself to blame her for her hatred of Channing - but it had not been Channing's fault that her post partum depression had been so completely and utterly severe. Still... I find myself intrigued - though I wish I wasn't - to learn more about the varg that is my new Alphess. Has she no darkness in her past? Has nothing tainted the innocent heart of hers? Did she manage to reach adulthood without being tainted? I find myself envious of her, and it is interesting to note that though I have sought to banish my emotions, it is the darker ones that are able to slip through the cracks of their cage and upset me so.

She asks how I like the pack so far and I scoff, a sound of exasperation falling from my kissers. Of course it does... she could not have supposed otherwise, could she? "Munashii Gekko has proven... quite adequate. I have been there but a day though, lady mine, and thus have not had a chance to explore all of it or delve out what secrets it may hide, by they gifts or skeletons." One day - one! That is all that is given me before I am asked to judge a place. "I am sure it will suit my needs fine. I do not require much other than a place to make a den and the sanctity of a pack to protect me while I sleep." How basic my life has become. Once I would have wanted more, more, so much more. And would I did - I wanted friends, mate, a feeling of worth, my garden of herbs... I wanted it all, the whole idea of a perfect life. But that was too complicated, and too painful. I am naught but an urchin now, living on the edge of civilization, peering in.

There is a pause, awkward and thick. One of my front paws swipes up to swat a away a fly, whose irritating buzzing rang as loudly as a clarion bell in the silence that hung after I fell quiet. Right... she had asked a question, and I had answered. Manners and the rules of social etiquette demand that I continue the conversation for at least one loop before breaking away. I inhale deeply and drop my Suns toward my paws, only they are once more hidden beneath my thick plume which lies over them as a blanket. I am relieved to find that my limbs have at least stopped their trembling, my emotions calmed, thoughts of Kenshin pushed back further and further. "And you? Is the land all that you wished for and more when you decided to claim it as your own? Why did you choose this one and not one of the other dead lands?" I fail so utterly as small talk. Which is weird... the old me was a talkative varg who rarely shut up. She made friends with everyone she met, making easy conversation no matter who with. And here I am, struggling to have one conversation with the wolf who I just committed my loyalty to. How far I have fallen in my mission to rise above it all.

||Kahlan|| ||Broken Heart|| ||Cracked Soul of Munashii Gekko || ||69cm.:.23kg||Adult||


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