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.


a little bit of sugar, but lots of poison too


The teen waded gently through the water, watching the sand shift below her paws and the tiny minnows dart around. They tickled her feet and she grinned down, a somewhat rare expression on her face. When they were at the clan, Malina had been raised in a group environment - all of her female with relatives with pups of their own watched out for her like their own, the young were more like her siblings than her distant cousins. It made up for her father’s distance, snatched up by her older relatives and kept away from the child he brought with him. She didn’t see him often, but when she did he was always ready to shower her with love. Still, the ginger femmes that let her sleep curled up with their pups and gave her baths and taught her compassion before the elders implemented their cruelty in her. Those months were the best of her short life - she felt loved, cared for when she had felt the lack of her mother at its peak.

They’d sent her father out before the elders had decided to start training her, though there were lessons imbedded in her already. Still, Caspian had taken her with him when he’d returned to Blossom Forest. They were loners - a first in her father’s life. They had a den by the Falls, where she would return tonight to share a meal and they’d sleep side-by-side. She missed the days of her adopted littermates pressing paws into her ribs and a tail flung protectively over them just in case some violent cousin decided that the clan’s progeny were meals ripe for the taking. Those women would fight to the very death for all fourteen pups, and sometimes it hit a little too hard, a little too close to home. Shae had fought to the death, and sometimes it had poured out of her without a filter. She spent hours sobbing into the soft, downy ginger fur of her nursemaids, soothed by gentle licks and nuzzles.

The long-legged teenager looked up, whiskey colored eyes roaming the sandy shores. They landed on the small form of a pup, cowering close to the ground. Memories still hooked on her adopted siblings, she made her way slowly out of the water. ”Hello,” she called sweetly, tail curled between her legs and wagging slowly. She crossed the sand slowly, hunkering down as she moved to lessen the height difference. Malina knew how strange her bloodline could look to others, and didn’t want to frighten the boy. ”I’m Malina,” she called, stopping a few feet away and laying down. ”What’s your name, little one?” she asked, lowering her head onto crossed paws.

the last princess of cold summers,
of shae by caspian,
sister to katia, tiresias,
shilo, and rylan
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