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.


even though i am shrouded in darkness...

A Promise Was Made

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He felt weak, as his muscles and body was still crying out after they underwent the change that had occurred a few days ago. It was a lingering, dull pain that echoed throughout all of him, but his heart hurt most of all. He had sought out Motionless after she had called for him, and their talk had not gone well. She had apologized for what she had done - or rather she had felt badly about his response to it, but essentially would not change her actions even if she could go back. But more than than, she had confronted him directly, confessed her love to him and told him to stay if his feelings were the same, or leave if they were not. For most wolves, their relationship would have been odd - Motionless had been fully grown for the entirety of the time that they had known each other, but when they had first met Drizzt had been but a pup. He had grown up in her presence, but never had he thought of her as a big sister or a mother figure. Until the change, he had always had an awkward school boy crush on his teacher, his friend. His feelings had been growing and growing... until the day that she had showcased her prize. Until the day that he had changed - everything about him had changed that day. Since then he had been wandering, searching for the meaning of it all. How could his feelings for her so quickly amount to nothing? He understood that he was meant to have a soulmate, but why was it not Motionless? Why was it not her?

Days had turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the season had changed from Spring to Summer. Drizzt had at long last flushed out. As a teenager he had been the awkward lanky version of his father, with his lavendar eyes the only thing that set him apart... but now his pools were of the most crystalline waters, eccentric, eclectic, electric. If his pelt had not changed, there would have been no telling the difference between the pair of them. His long legs at long last fused smoothly with his body -lean and toned unlike his father who was stocky and muscular. Drizzt was not a warrior - who would have trained him? His father had left to be the Alpha of Aurora Borealis, but had commanded Drizzt to stay and continue to serve Pierce... only Pierce had left then too. And so unlike most of the brutes of his line, Drizzt had never learned how to fight - well, at least. Instead he was wise and smart, much how Castiel would grow up to be their their grandparent's new land. He could perhaps learn to be an advisor, a diplomat, or perhaps a maester of lore and legend. But he would never be the best in a fight.

Not only was he different in that aspect, but now he was a longer too - he was outcasted by Motionless, so where did that leave him? Drizzt had no home... he did have family at least but the only one near to him was Adara. She had been trying to comfort him, and together they had begun to acclimate to the change tht both of their bodies had undergone. their night vision was now spectacular, but perhaps more amazing was their day vision - everything was crisp and clear, and those that had a soul were all outlined with an aura. Drizzt had started to learn how to read them - it was a skill, like any other, and had to be practiced. There were never any clearcut answers when looking at another's soul, but rather generalizations, general feelings that were portrayed. It was amazing and yet also terrifying. If he was truly a Tempest... then there were also truly Vampires. The thought of it was... indescribable.

Drizzt paused in his stride long enough to shake his nape, his cranium, hoping to be able to refocus on something happier, something more beautiful... and when he opened his eyes he did. He saw the glint of a pelt, just for an instant, perhaps just the facade and a back leg, glamorously brindled. Something in his heart connected with her, and he felt the desire to move closer. His haunches turned and he redirected his course - this she-wolf was up the falls, and to reach her plateau he would have to climb through the copses of timber. He picked up a steady trot, his large paws picking the safest path through the fallen leaves. He avoided the rocks and roots - wet as their were and covered with moss, they were bound to be slippery; dangerous. He had no desire to take a tumble back down the way he came, or even worse into the deep pool under the falls. More than likely if he did, he would die and the constant thundering of the water would force him deep, deep, and deeper and never allow him to surface again. And so he took more time than perhaps was necessary, each step carefully planned as he ascended the slope. But when he heart a gut-wrenching cry, he released all abandon and bolted the last little bit of the water, only to be stopped by a flying projectile branch that struck him firmly in the cent of his forehead.

Drizzt let loose a whimper, and nearly went cross-eyed as he followed the thin trail of blood that began to work its way down his forehead. The cream-colored hessian dipped to pick up the offending branch before setting his sites of the wall of greenery in front of him. He pushed his way through the brush as the lass cried out again, and he swiped at his face to wipe away some of the blood, but only succeeded in smearing it. But he did not notice, for all at once he knew - it was her. The aura around her glowed more beautifully, more perfectly than any other's. It was a rainbow of colors as varied as those of a sunrise... "It is you... you are my sun and my moon." He stared at her, her face marred by wet salty tears yet nothing could corrupt her beauty. Drizzt suddenly realized what he had said and winced. "I um... I meant... was this yours?" He neared her slowly and brought the branch to her paws and delicately placed it there as another would have placed a gift of flowers or coney.

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||Drizzt|| ||Belongs to the Sun|| ||Malignant Felicity Spring Grounds Nowhere|| ||Teen||


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