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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Takita
stay up till the sun, howl at the moon

The girl walked at a slow pace through the forest, the sun just beginning it ascent. There was a stillness in the world around, the haze of dawn silencing everything around it. The stench of ash lingered on the girl's paws as she pushes forward, following a well worn path that hopefully ended at water. She had gone back to her birth place wanting to see her family but instead found land recently torched by flames. She tried to find anything to let her know that someone had made it out alive, but nothing. Nothing but charred trees and ash. There was a slice of grief hidden somewhere deep within her when she turned from her home and walked away.

If not for the water source, Takita would have worried that she had simply gone in one big circle. Pausing at the pool's edge, she leaned forward and drank from the cool water noting the odd, earthy taste it possessed. Mixed in with the earthy scent of the water, Takita discovered that many souls had made their pass through here. Their perfumes, faint but still there. Fresh and old ones. She had never been a real big social bug when it came to strangers. Droplets of water fell from the loner's lips as she raises her head, taking in the scents that lingered around her. The bouquet of long-passed wolves offered her mind the logical conclusion that this must be some sort of neutral ground. There was no evidence that anyone was living here; but that they had simply passed through while on their way.





fae - five years - loner - heartless
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