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 else—except 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 mire—or 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 Mor’s 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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Long had it been since Athene had been put so completely and utterly through her paces, and now she rested, her brindled pelt rising and falling as she breathed. And this time? She was dreaming of yet another chase, only she was chasing herself. To any who watched her sleep, they would see the telltale signs of a dreamer - the twitching of the lips of her muzzle, the rolling of her colored pools beneath their shades, the soft whimpers that fell from her maw. But Athene experienced something completely different...

She did not know what they were running from or what they were running to, but she knew that she had to catch herself. Her honeys saw her own brindled rump running away in front of her and the femme fatale leapt forward, hoping to catch her, but Athene should have known better. The varg in front of her evaded her attack and even sped up as Athene herself sped up. Over tundra and mountain they sped, each of the clones leaping over the same obstacles, chasing over the same obstacles. The wind pushes against Athene, as if trying to hold her back, but the spectral over herself slowed too, as if it wanted to remain the hare in front of her, taunting her just enough to force her to keep chasing it. Athene could feel herself tiring but pushed even harder - she had to catch herself. Finally the pair came down to a ledge, the edge of the mountain and she say her other self leap off of a cliff. Athene scrambled her paws and managed to stop just before she tumbled to her doom. Wary eyes peered over the edge and say herself upon a ledge below, all of her limbs cracked and broken, blood seeping from spots that her bones had burst through her skin. If she had only caught herself... but then a sound alerts her that she is not alone. The warrioress whipped her head around, narrowed eyes immediately landing upon two vargs that she knew all too well. Her shades fly open and her maw opens partly as she gasps. It is her two previous lovers - Zev, and Pierce. Well... Zev and herself had never consummated their relationship, and yet they were here now. 'Athene... it is time to come back to us.' Their voice is in tandem, an eerie synchrony that echoes in her audettes. 'You must give him and give up - this is where you belong now.' Athene turned to run from them but forgot about the cliff. She extends her claws, hoping to catch herself but finds nothing but air, and she is falling, falling, falling...

Athene sits up quickly and finds that she is panting. Her pointed towers flicker about, swivelling for any telltale signs that there might be someone nearing her, hoping to take advantage of a sleeping ess. She was beautiful afterall, and though her winter pelt would hide her well muscled bodice, it was quite warm and she could boast now a thin summer coat that hid nothing. The fae rose, her form putting its weight onto her front end before shifting it backwards as all four paws found their way beneath her. Her pelt ruffled for a moment before completely airing itself out as she shook out her pelt, more to loosen the lingering remnants of the dream from her mind than anything. It was an odd thing to have crossed her subconscious - she normally rested quietly, and she had no idea what this dream could mean. For the first time in a long time, she wished that one of the spiritual advisors from her puphood pack was around to help her work out what it all meant. But they weren't... she was here and they were there. Nothing could change that. Athene began to groom herself, putting her fluffed out pelt back to where it should be. The snap of a nearby branch alerts her that someone is approaching, but she does not stop. If they dared to attack her, it would be their last mistake, and elsewise... it would prove at least interesting.


|| BELONGS TO HERSELF || NO KIN || Bright Moon ||
.Athene.
♥dante


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