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.

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{ i am cynbel } - { i was an alpha of a land far away } - { i have a home no longer }





It's funny. He could end up in new places, roam wherever he wanted. He could go without the feeling of being watched by his few gaurdians. But he left that in the past. He was now focused on living in the future. That future was Nimueh.. or at least he had hoped. The femme was still clearly upset over his.. betrayal. He could understand why, he'd cast her out. He had only done so in anger, he thought she'd killed his mate, Ygraine. His first love. Cynbel could still feel that pain retching deep in his heart, breaking in two everytime he thought about his dead lover who had died while conceiving pups. However, he wanted to leave the past in the past. He was over it; so he thought.

Traveling through Blossom was a whole new experience for him. He'd been getting bored of his own packlands. He'd known of the magical differences, changing the land. But it didn't matter him him, he had no magic in his entire being and never would. He found it amusing, however. The light of day made his orbs squint a bit, his dark colored fur warm from the light of the sun. Cynbels' large body padded forth from the caves below the waterfall, a place he'd been staying. Emerging into he light, he let a purr of satisfaction, a rumble from his throat. He was calm and relaxed. This wasn't normal for the brute. Tense and annoyed was his usual stature.

The brute gazed around, not really seeing anything interesting. That was until a flash of white caught his attention. She looked sweet in appearance, her ivory coat glistened in the sunlight. His audits perked a bit as he decided to go over and say hello. She'd caught his attention, so why not say something? She deserved it. His tail swung lowly behind him as he approached, a smile playing on his kissers. A chuckle left his lips, seeing she was much more distracted by the surrounding area to even give him a second thought.

Why hello there, His deep raspy voice spoke up, gazing at her with interest. My my, it's certainly a beautiful scene, isn't it? He smirked and sat down, his back legs jutting out at a weird angle. He'd broken it a few years back and it had never healed properly. I'm Cynbel, by the way. Do I get the pleasure of knowing the name of a beauty such as yourself?

im on my way




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