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.


Monsters are for children

☬You walk on like a woman in suffering.☬

Nimble paws beat against the soft ground that dredged wet moss and dirt on the agouti coat paws of the wolf they were connected too. His head was down as he sniffed, something caught his nostrils scent receptors. Something sweet and beautiful, it was drawing him farther into the woods and closer to where it was leading him. His dark rings around his eyes that spread out into white fur looked around the area to make sure he wasn’t about to walk into anything with his head down. He was new to the area and wanted to explore, but as he wandered through the woods looking for his mistress, though something called him towards what sounded like a rush of water.

He wanted to have another by his side, someone to understand his want for now, his want for power, his want to be a monster that could fight his demons, his mistress made him an offer, but for now he was too watch the stupid pups, the rust and tan colored wolf continued to trot until he heard somewolf talking. He continued his pace until he came upon a she-wolf with beautiful blue eyes and interesting markings on her snout. She wanted a sign, but of what? Quietly he walked closer until his body was able to be seen standing belly deep in one of the swamp beds. ”What's a beautiful thing like you doing here all alone?” He took a shallow breath and caught the scent again, it was coming from her. Why had she called him to this place?

☬You come on like a blood stained hurricane.☬

Ü You’re afraid of monsters? Then I guess you should run away. Ü Loyal to Himself, Mated to his mind Ü


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