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 elseóexcept 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 mireóor 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 Morís 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.

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The young girl laughed at the older female's panic. She had grown accustomed to being blind in the month that she had roamed the lands. She waits patiently, only moving when two or three drops of water fell on her. Sneezing as she inhales a drop of water, her ears tip forwards. "It's nice to meet you, Lady Kirastasia. My name's ZoŽ." The girl dips her head, a small, devilish smile playing on her lips. Something tugged at the little pup's mind, but she refused to acknowledge it, instead a thought popped into her head, but she shook her head to clear it. Nobody would ever want a blind pup, her parents didn't want her. Her father threw her from their lands, her siblings had snapped at her and bit her. She was the runt. She was the pup that nobody would ever want.

ZoŽΩPupΩNo homeΩNo loveΩNo one to raiseΩArtemis

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