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.


h e a r t . t h r o b

you don't have to love me . . . you don't even have to like me . . . but you WILL respect me

Milo’s little jump of surprise was so adorable Kira could not stop the syrupy “aww” from dripping past her lips. Now sporting a dopey grin one might give to a particularly clumsy puppy, the ice princess laid her head on her paws and beamed affectionately down at the joyful bundle of energy she’d chosen to follow. Her sumptuously fluffy tail began to wag in time to Milo’s amicable banner, the bright energy between the two she-wolves blossoming by the second. Gods, but I love her. How has this precious thing not been snatched up already? Until the grey-and-ivory alphess gave Kirastasia an explicit resounding “NO,” the brindled brutale resolved to flirt and appreciate and gush until her heart burst.

She laughed in delighted surprise when her queen pounced up from the water to land a tail-length away, her dainty form dropping once more into a play-bow that showed off the wondrous slope of her spine. Giggling with enough bubbly energy to put champagne to shame, Kira allowed her voracious gaze to wander shamelessly up and down the gentle curve made by Milo’s swishing tail and her lowered back, committing each shining white hair and smooth hill of muscle to memory. “It would be a crime to leave you on your own, Miss Milo,” the fishnet punkette purred, lifting her rump to mirror the empress’s posture . . . though giving her own ample hips more of a sensual swing. The rest of what the charcoal-dusted damsel said only served to buoy Kirastasia’s sunny mood further; she barked in appreciation, throwing Milo a saucy wink. “I’m spoiled truly—more than a girl could ask for.”

The mention of a possible rank was all but useless to the dangerous dancer. She couldn’t be bothered to care whether Milo kept her at the bottom or pushed her to the top—either way, she’d have an excellent view of those pretty eyes and that yummy tail.

“Oh dear, Miss Milo, you better watch out . . . the falls are slippery!

With a shriek of laughter Kirastasia bowled into the smaller lass, wrapping her forelegs protectively around Milo’s silky ruff and carrying them both into the pool of water waiting below.

why? 'cause I'm the boss!

【Heiress of Malignant – pining for Kahlan – daughter of Kershov x Queens – sister to Kavik – LSVK】


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