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.


please dont die before ive said my goodbyes


"Well though, it's not really important who son I am, now is it?"

There was a smirk being openly flaunted by the other hessian - Tiresias could hear it in the other's voice. The cockiness, the smugness that could only mean trouble. A voice that he knew he should not trust. But what was he to do - on the open shore, he had no chance, neither of running the other way from the wolf or hiding. Where would he hide? The shore was nearly bare. He would not make it to the woods before being caught, and a sighted wolf would be able to find a way to catch up to him, to find him in paths that Tiresias was not familiar with. Tiresias had figured out many things, but being able to see where he was going was not one of them. Surely, any places and lands that he traveled often, he learned the lay of it, the obstacles, his way around it all. But if one thing so much as changed, it could mean disaster for Tiresias. However, the kalak's true strength had always been with the powerful and logic of his mind. He had already formulated and committed to this plan - impersonating his cousin, and though he had no doubt that this other wolf would question him and question his story, he could not back down now. He had to give 100% to the character, and never once slip up, lest he be found out and killed.

And so he did something uncharacteristic for him normally - he snorted. A cocky grin grew upon his kissers and he held the smirk for a few seconds before responding. "If it does not matter who your father is, then that already tells me much about you. If you had a father worth mentioning, then it would matter. However, it matters just as much that you have a father whose name you will not even utter once. Do you even know who he is? You are a bastard kalak are you not? A worthless piece of meat destined to rise and fall with in our society without ever truly the feeling of purpose of your own, without ever feeling the purpose of greatness. You are a lackey, a pawn for us royalty to use. To get you to do things for us, we will make you promises that we shall never keep. You have realized that by now, have you not? That the society we live in is a fucked up heaping mess, one in which one of your stature will never be truly happy, and never ever be fully appreciated. You are a commoner, and that is all you ever will be. Doesn't matter how much training you have gone through, unless you are of the royal blood on both sides…" Tiresias emphasize the word 'both'. His mother and his adopted mother had both told him about the woes, the traditions of Maned Wolf society. Most of them could brag royal blood. Although the royals took official mates of their own, far too often they also took mistresses, especially the males, and spread their seed as wide and as far as they could. Any pup born without at least half their blood would be destined to swell their ranks. But only those who claimed royal blood directly on both sides of the bloodline could ever claim any throne. Even the half bloods who won thrones through war were rarely allowed to keep the throne for a long while. Too often a true royal would replace them, either peacefully with negotiation, or more often, forcibly, with the strength of the council. "Now as I was saying, it matters a great deal to me who your father was. Or rather, lack there of. I take it then, that your mother was the royal bitch who got raped? Tiresias hated to use such foul language and to speak so coarsely, but he was fully committed to the character now. And he knew the character all too well, having been raised in a kalak rich environment. Descriptions of his grandfather, Farant, had not been kind. So he tried to imbue him now, his own grandfather, in order to save his own hide.

Tiresias swished his tail to and fro, fidgeting. He was, indeed fidgeting, but it was not because of agitation, which is why he let the telltale sign go. It would be taken as such, it was a common thing for kalaks to get agitated with others. They were not known for having a long fuse. Tiresias was nervous, but he would not let that show. "Be quick and make haste, pawn - either you have business with me or you do not. Make up your mind and tell me swiftly so that I may either conclude any business with you swiftly, or continue to go about my day. You bother me enough as it is." Tiresias stood, and stretched out his spine lackadaisically, as if he had all the time in the world but did not wish to spend it on this route. He stretched out one leg than the other, before shaking out his pelt, being thorough. "So, which is it?"

||Tiresias||Teenager||Cold Summers Lost Heir of Faraway||Son of a Broken Home||Azura||


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