Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.


Somewhere Over the Rainbow

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'Are you okay? I won't hurt you.'

The words had awoken her, and Zawyne could not be sure for how long she had been sleeping. But what she was sure of, was that her body was still exhausted. Each of her muscles ached from overuse She had been rarely allowed to go for Long explorations, for everyone had feared for her delicate frame. She meant so much to everyone, but they all figured injury for her, and thus had shut both her and her sister into a cave, into a prison, for their own protection. And because of that, her pads were soft, and her muscles small. The grand escape was anything but grand. Her pads were now torn and ulcerated, and in that torn flesh was ground and adhered dirt, gravel, and other debris. She knew she would have to clean them, but the thought of that work before her rest had been overwhelming. And her muscles? Her muscles screamed for more rest, screamed four days of nothing but sleep so that they can rejuvenate. They were tight and sore in a way that Zawyne had never known to be possible. But to digress, it was the words that awoke her. Heavily weighed down shades struggled to rise, and instead trembled, ascending slowly until they revealed her two toned pools that have been hidden beneath. The two simple, small sentences resounded in her mind, and she shook her head a few times to see if they would loosen, which they would have if they have been part of a dream. Always did her dreams slip away from her when she awakened, but the words remained. Cautiously, she lifted her nape and inhaled a few times, deep swift breaths that brought the flavorful air up into her vomeronasal organ.

She had been alone when she had fallen asleep, but the cologne that she had detected now suggested otherwise. It made sense, especially with the fact that there were those words, the ones swirling around in her sluggish mind. Zawyne yawned, her tiny mouth opening wide to release her residual unconsciousness. She did not have any fear that it may be one of the turned guards come after her-the cologne did not have any flecks of properties from her homeland, from the palace. Instead it was a pure and simple perfume, on marred by that of other wolves or even of a pack. The tiny and delicate princess rose and stretched cautiously, wincing as her muscles constricted in protest. Fearless, she strolled out from underneath the boulder that had hidden her from his view. The tiitan was in front of her, laying upon his belly in an innocuous position and posture. Though Zawyne had been being prepped for a large and important role, to be the next Lorer, she was still innocent and naïve despite what she had seen.

The beautiful sunrise ombre that was painted across her pelt shifted, moving like the clouds in the sky did. She was a living, breathing work of art, and she did not understand how sought after she was. That with strangers, she must take care, be cautious with her trust. Growing up, she had never had any trouble with strangers, but perhaps she had not fully understood why… After all, anytime she left the palace she had been surrounded by her personal guards, Tempest and otherwise. With them by her side, she had never been in a lick of danger, but they were not here now. For now, perhaps her saving grace was that here in this land, most of the wolves would be ignorant of her even existence. She did not realize this though, and though she had known about the magical barrier between the lands, she had thought that the Oferwederen Who had been stuck on this side of it would have passed on their lower and knowledge.

The princess plopped herself in front of his face and smile at him, cocking her head slightly which of course offset her halo of daisies that she had draped around her audettes. "That you would hurt me was not a thought that would have immediately crossed my mind… Is that common here? For wolves to wish to hurt other wolves? To wish to hurt pups? That is odd and terrible, do you not think so? At any rate, I appreciate you being honest with your thoughts and intentions. Now, Have you seen my sister by chance? She is made of pinks and a little yellow maybe a little blue… But her knees down is dark. Have you seen her? Oh by the way I am princess Zawyne! What's your name?"

||Zawyne|| ||Heart of Gold|| ||Lost Princess of a Stolen Kingdom|| ||Here I am a commoner|| ||No stats when Young|| ||Pup||


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