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.


my heart yet beats, the poison draught of YOU


"That is the wrong answer." Her words were venom, thick streams of syrup falling from her maw. If it were any other varg, if she had wanted them to leave she would have still flirted with them, perhaps rubbed against them and left them with hollow promises and used phrases like 'alas' or 'if only things were different'... but things were different. This was no stranger to her or some invader of her pack. This was her first friend, her first love, and aside from her birth parents, her first betrayal. This was a brute that had torn out her heart not once but twice. The first time was when he had chosen Ygraine as his mate - it had been easy to see how utterly in love with her he was, which had only hurt Nimueh more, and had only made her love him more for being so dedicated to the one that he loved. And the second had been when he had blamed Nimueh for Ygraine's death. Whether he had thought that perhaps Nimueh had poisoned her or cursed her didn't matter to Nimueh. What did matter was that their years of friendship, their trust, their platonic love for each other suddenly all accounted for nothing. NImueh had been told to leave by morning unless she wanted to be held accountable. Nimueh knew she had done nothing wrong other than to ever trust Cynbel, but was smart enough to at least know the right answer. Most of Cynbel's other subjects thought of her as a witch doctor, as a user of the black arts. They would condemn her in two seconds without a second thought, without guilt. Nimueh had lost no time in leaving, covering her paw prints carefully by pulling a fallen branch of needles behind her to wipe them from the face of the earth, and hid her perfume by covering herself in the thick clay that laid at the bottom of the river. How had he found her? Why had he sought her out?

One by one, the spines across her dorsum erected even as the lips sheathing her teeth rose to expose them. They both knew that in a fight, Nimueh stood no chance of winning. But she was faster than him and knew these lands - she would likely be able to make it to the safety of one of the packs, perhaps even her own, and demand safe haven. But he did not lunge at her or raise his own hackles. Instead, he remained utterly still and just stared at her, eventually making her uncomfortable enough to rustle a rumble from her chest. Every ounce of common sense in her body told her to stay, but he had something to say. She did not want to hear it, but she knew she must, or else he would never leave. Cynbel suddenly moved, shaking out her pelt and she backed up first one step, and then another as he unexpectedly smiled at her.

'Before you speak, Nim, I need to speak myself.'

"You have no right to say my name. You have no need to utter it, and there is nothing within me that wants to here you taint it with your forked tongue, you vile serpent. I have no desire to hear what it is you have come here to say but how could I ever forget your stubbornness? You will not take into account whether or not I actually want to hear what you have to say, since you obviously did not think or care about the fact that you are the last wolf in all of remaining existence that I could ever be prevailed upon to see again and yet you still came. I did what you wanted - what you demanded of me when you thrust the ultimatum upon me. But please. Do get on with it. The sooner you say it, the sooner you will leave."

'I left. I left the pack to the beta. I couldn't.. being there just.. You're not going to listen to any apology I have. You're far too stubborn for that. I don't blame you for Ygraines death. I know it wasn't your fault. But hear me out. I am sorry, what I did was out of anger, out of mourning. Ygraine died from natural causes, not from any plants you had given her. I no longer wish to lead that pack.'

He chuckled and Nimueh ripped her head back and upward. "I am glad that stupidity has finally left your mind, but whether or not you are still leading the pack that you EXILED me from does not change the fact that you did indeed exile me. And threatened to have me killed. Those were my choices - death, or leave everything and everyone I ever cared for."

' Ironic, with Ygraine gone.. it feels like I never loved her. That she was a figment of my imagination. The only real thing? Is you.'

"You are an ass, aren't you? Now you are forgetting the love you had for your mate? You really are unbelievable. Now the only real thing? This is me... not believing you." Nimueh turned away from him and began to run... she ran from him, ran from the past, ran from everything she had been running from for all this time. And ran toward her present- her pack.

OOC - i figured we could continue this at Andere Seite??

One Betrayal Leads to Another Betrayal

My parents have gone My siblings have abandoned me My lover broke me I have no allegiance


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