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.


The Final Option

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A massive black paw came down heavily on the open side of the branch with the small, colorful fae clinging for life. Swiftly and without hesitance ivory daggers wrap around the end and pull fast and hard. He is balanced precariously on the large roots of another tree and pulls her and the branch close enough to climb beneath his towering bodice to safety.

This was the first sign of life he had found in this unfamiliar land. He had sensed and smelled others, or at least where others had been in days prior. But none of it smelled right. This place, this land, was dark. Something was happening here that the rest of the world had not yet become aware of. He needed answers. He had been many places, none of them interesting enough to stay in. They were all the same really, wolves, some trees... a couple rabbits. Oh how riveting. But not here, the air itself was dense and heavy with... well... with something he hadn't encountered before.

The huge 130ib beast had been minding his own business, studying the lay of the new land by lackadaisically laying on a dying log dragging his thick white claw through the mud of the swamp when he had picked up on the slim fae's scent. It was unique at best, her blood not quite the same as the usual gray wolves he was used to.
Then he saw it, this alarming splash of colors far off through the mud, just a small dot darting around amongst the light bugs. He tilted his thick skull to the side, sea green orbs sparkling with immediate interest. He needed answers. A tiny colorful being hopping around in a swamp with light bugs? Seems like an excellent place to start.

He had taken his time getting to her, unaware of the situation she had tumbled her way into. Dragging his mass from the log, stretching as he dismounted. The thick mud engulfed his toes with insatiable hunger as he sloshed his way through to the next large tree. Root by root he jumped and sludged himself over, arriving on the scene covered only to his mid upper arm in mud, miraculous considering the depth of some of the swamp surrounding. Once near enough, he flicked his right ear in amusement as he layer his maniacal eyes on the useless tiny creature hanging desperately from a half drowned branch. Apparently these strange new creatures haven't acquired any higher level of intelligence he thought to himself, just some flamboyant coat colors. Shame. He huffed deeply and proceeded to drag the girl and her branch out of the depths. Bringing his large face to her petite frame, taking in her odd scent and staring intensely with his glassy orbs.

"Small creatures shouldn't wander"

He said thickly and matter of factly. Digging his claws into the rotting wood of the branch as he waited for her to climb herself to safety and respond to him.

Somewhere in the night a quiet professional is waiting.
He does not care that he is tired.
That his hardened body is sleep deprived.
He is unbroken and vigilant in his task.
Somewhere this warrior is the final tripwire.
Somewhere this weapon of war will not ask nor give quarter.
He is..... The final option
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