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 Forestís 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


Tears swelled in his eyes, large pooling droplets. They billowed at the brim, and then broke through the dam and ran over in streams down his face, leaving dark wetted down paths in their wake. Most brutes did not want to cry-they saw it as a sign of weakness, as a overdone show of emotions that was too feminine to be considered within the realm of normal for a brute. But all in all, Tiresias was an emotional wolf. He had seen too much pain and felt too much anguish in his life to be able to hold it all in. And besides, he never seen another cry, and did not know how it looked to anyone else. His tears now came because of who he had been forced to act like. He was supposed to return to his clan and take over the pack that his grandfather had run. But he hadn't, he was still here in Blossom Forest. Part of the reason for that was because he could not see, even if he could he did not know the way back to the Faraway clan. He had not been born there, and had not ever been there. He supposed if Eerie had not left that she would have eventually brought him back there. She had changed, changed from the dark, cruel creature she had been made to be into a protective maternal figure. Although the clan, or rather the packs with lin the clan, were made up of vicious beasts, she would have protected him and allowed him to rule the way a true king should-with care and compassion and wisdom. All the kalak community knew was hatred and fear, and they mistook it for power and respect. He would've changed all that, but without her.

Ö Without her he had no guide, and no bodyguard. Farant's Pack was large, not just in size but also in its access to resources, food and Warriors and shelter. There were many who would be seeking the throne, many who would wish to kill the heir to the throne so that they could ascend instead. Tiresias had assumed that if he stayed here, they would assume him dead, and someone would take over the throne and they would just leave him alone. He had always been logical, it was wise beyond his years, and so he should have not believed such a fool hearty and naÔve idea. They had sent Kijika, hardly even a teenager, to do the job. And even blind Tiresias could see how abused and neglected the boy was. He was full of rage, and have been fed wrong information from most if not all of his life. He was a bastard, and would never be allowed to sit upon the throne, and yet they had told him if he succeeded in this task, that he would rule. It was a lie, but one that Kijika could not see or realize himself. And so, in order to save his own skin, Tiresias had taken on the persona of another - had claimed to be the son of Harries, Bowen. Bowen was someone that Tiresias was well acquainted with, and was ashamed by the production he had to undergo, pretending to be cruel, pretending to be full of hate. Bowen was neither of those things, but at least the name would hold recognition to the other. He could not let Kijika know who his father was, or who he really was. Despite Kijika's prodding, he never let down his guard. He had used everything he knew to make it seem like he was capable of vision, that he was not himself. Whether it worked or not remains to be seen, but at least he had finally shaken himself free of Kijika.

He had made a scene of leaving the lake, and he hadÖ But only briefly. He knew many of the paths around it, and once he had had the cover of the woods, he had double and triple looped back over his own paths until he was sure no one could track him, and head in a nearby cave until he was sure the other was gone. But then the oddest thing happened, sometime in the night while he was asleep in that cave, the world changed. When he awoke, he found that many of the pass he knew were different, and when he finally made it to the waters edge, it smelled different. The air tasted different, and the short sell felt different under his paws. He had been lucky that when he had met Kijika it was before this change, or else he would've been completely at a loss. The next few days he forced himself to work hard, memorizing this new area, but he found out quickly that it was much larger than the lake had ever been. It was in expansile ocean, but he had never seen such a thing, or rather had never experienced such a thing, and so had no words for it. Still, he plotted out as much of it as he could, learning the ways of the nearby boulders. Once or twice, he found in terror that the tide shifted here, it did not stay steady as the lake had. He learned quickly not to hide in The lower caves, or else he may get trapped there when the tide rose. All in all, he figured it out. But he knew he could not stay here forever. This presented far more danger to him than ever would have before at the lake, and he needed a safe place to call home for the long run. The only problem was that everyone he knew in Blossom Forest was either dead or had left - at least to his knowledge, and he did not know how to go about finding any of the lands.

But today was the day. Today he had decided to leave, to carefully wander about until he found a pack. But before he left the rocky gritty shore, a familiar musk crossed his nares. It brought back many painful memories - the fire, having left his sister, eerie collapsing... and then there it was. There he was - the brute who had pulled Eerie out of the water was the same one who now was near again, his scent strongly covered with the tangy stench of blood. Cautiously, Tiresias neared the brute, not wanting to startle him, but he reached out with his snout nonetheless. "Are you alright?"

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


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