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 Forest’s 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.

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Justice - home - kin - adult - male
i am not the kind to be out past dawn

The varg let his paws carry him across the land, a land like none other that he had seen. Could it be he was just high? Unfortunately, he would find out that the land was actually like this and it wasn't because he was high; it was because of magic. But as the boy moved along, he couldn't help but watch the colors around him continue to change, his sunny pools watching everything as he moved; of course his iris' were dilated quite a bit. He knew he eventually had to get sober, eventually had to face reality that the femme fatal that he had shown poppy seeds to, the femme fatal he'd come to actually have feelings for was gone. She was gone and he had to deal with that. But apparently that meant drowning himself in whatever could get him high; poppy seeds, betel nut, and even jimsonweed. All of which were plants that could make you have hallucinations and forget about whatever it was you wanted to forget about.

It wasn't long when the brindled brute had come to a shore, his white walkers getting sand on them as he moved closer to the figure while in the dark that he'd just seen. It looked exactly like her. It looked as if it was her! He moved towards the figure; high off his ass and shook his cranium several times as if trying to rid himself of the hallucinations. Getting closer and closer until finally. . . he stopped. He just stopped, mere feet from her. As if he couldn't actually believe that she was here. Well if he wasn't high as fuck he'd know she was really there and it wasn't his imagination.

Standing there, not even sure if he should say anything or even sure if she was actually there but he was about to act on whatever it was he thought was best at the moment. Artemis. . .? the lyrics slurred from his mouth, sure it was just her name, but he was also so high he couldn't understand what he was even saying. Another step forward until he was now mere inches from her. Leaning his head down, trying to push his muzzle into her snowy pelt. Wanting to feel her soft fur and smell her scent once more. The brute may be a complete asshole and a bad boy, but he'd eventually come to care for the girl who kept coming back to see him. Kept coming back again and again. Until she didn't anymore. His auds flattened against his cranium. Could this actually be real?

Justice;
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