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.


the war is just begun

His lip curled back, showing some of his fangs as the boy in front of him responded; asking whose son he was. Kijika wasn't here to get personal with this lad, he was here to take him back or to kill him and show proof that he had to get his place on the throne. But here and now; did he really want to answer the boy, the boy who was deeming himself as Bowen even though deep down Kijika had a feeling that the brute was just lying to him. Bowen was around the same age, yes but he was an adult and while this boy in front of him looked as if he was an adult; he felt as if he wasn't. As if this boy who was choosing to lie to Kijika was closer to his own age than Bowens. But nonetheless; he would play along. Make him believe that he believed him; get close to him and pry the truth from him sooner or later. But by then the teenager could very well fall for the varg in front of him, letting his fangs show in a smile.

The lanky boy let his rump hit the ground; curling his tail where it would fit and letting himself relax a little bit. Gotta show Bowen that he believed him. Well Bowen; it's not really important whose son I am, now is it? The teenager looked at the other and smirked slightly; his multi colored eyes scanning over the boy as he now awaited another response.

there's no hope for those who stand in my way


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