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.


In The Darkness I'll Find Stars

Camille frowned at the mention of a mudblood. What exactly that meant, Cami had no idea, but she could tell that it wasnít a good thing. What was this other girl going on about? Fleeing, she had done no such thing. What was there to flee anyways? Apparently whatever reason Olya had fled, she would be rewarded but Cami would be tortured from the sounds of it. Who would torture her though? Perhaps that would be the job of the council she kept talking about. And why did she keep thinking of her as a slave? Maybe this place was crawling with them. For the first time since arriving, Camille grew slightly nervous and found herself looking around. Soon though she relaxed because she didnít see or pick up on anything when observing other wolves. They had acted just like normal loners/pack members. Maybe Olya had made some of this stuff up to cope with her frightened attitude.

Still that didnít seem exactly right though. Olya seemed to speak from experience, traumatic experience it would seem at that, and something told Camille that this wasnít a show. The girl in front of her had obviously been abused before. That thought nearly caused her pelt to bristle, but she remained calm so as to not send Olya running for the trees. Cami was trying to make sense out of this, but it was obvious that she was kind of lost. Iím not a slaveÖ Cami finally offered up, not sure how Olya would react when she told her that. The lass seemed so hell bent to believe that she ďbelongedĒ to someone.

Oh dear, had she asked the wrong question? Olya seemed to be having trouble speaking, her words coming out slowly as she repeated her question. Before a nod could be given to the huntress in confirmation to the repeated question, she shouted. This took the black and white lady by surprise as she tilted her head in questioning. With the way her body took so quickly to the ground, Cami couldnít even bring herself to be insulted at the comment. In truth, she actually smiled a little because it was amusing. Olya really thought that she was a runaway slave. The very idea of being a slave to someone else didnít sit well with her. Camille knew that she could never allow someone to lord over her with no proper treatment. Having an alpha, being in a pack, well that was completely different than slaving for another.

Blue soul gates stared back at Olya when she peeked up, friendliness still within them. Towers flicked as Olya started speaking again, which caught her off guard a little. Due to her slight cowering earlier, Cami thought that she might grow quiet again. Her eyes widened this time at the mention of being a rare female warrior. Huh? Did she look like a warrior? A frown came to her face when the other lass fell, after deeming her a spy and saying she would never say where Princess Lilith was. There was that name again. Was this unknown wolfess a threat to Olya, the reason that she was so easily scared? Was she more of a slave than a servant?

Camille wasnít sure if she should say anything yet because the maned wolf seemed ready to run at any point. Seeing as Olya was the only one to actually talk back to her, she severely hoped that her new company didnít go. Her mood would dampen, especially since all this sudden amount of stress was her fault. How could she ease the easily frightened girl?

At her questions Cami shook her head before reinforcing the action with words. No hun. I havenít heard those names other than when you spoke themÖIím sorry if this is troubling you. She wasnít really sure what else to say. Until she remembered what was said earlier. Words were quick to slip through her maw then.

Iím not here to capture anyone either. She added this last bit, just to reassure the stranger. Hang on, did that mean this innocent seeming girl was a slave? Once again, she found herself wondering the same thing. The idea didnít bode well with her, because Cami saw her as such a fragile being. Forgive me for askingÖbut are you a slave? Was she being too forward now? The huntress laying on the rock really hoped the mainly reddish colored wolf would answer her. Cami hoped that the curiosity she saw in the otherís face would be the driving force that caused her to stay.


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