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.


I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall (Tiberias)

Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death


It had been years since the male had been in Blossom. He never expected life to take the turns that it did, and it seemed that it all started when he met NeMO. The male had left his home lands a long time ago, when he was barely a teen. Him and the rest of his half-siblings had fled, knowing that it was only a matter of time til their death if they stayed in their home pack. War was raging, and wolves were being killed left and right. His father had been one of the first to go, and with his death a part of the bruteís sanity had been taken as well. Ghost had been close to his father, one of the only family members that accepted him. Two of his siblings, Grey Wind and Nymeria, also welcomed him as if he was a full brother. But their mother and one sibling in particular, Lady, did not accept him. He was an outcast, not even belonging with his own family. So when the war began, Ghost knew that he would not stay, even if his blood was the victor. He often felt like he had no family. And now that his father was gone, he would never know who his mother was.

Years had gone by, and Ghost had aged into an adult on his own. He spent years in solitude, occasionally thinking of his family. But never seeking any of his living siblings out. A part of him wondered if any of them were even alive. Or if they had all been hunted and slaughtered. It was a good possibility with the brutality that their enemies possessed. But then Ghost found himself in the lands known as Blossom Forest. He did not think that he would want to join another pack, but he found himself in one. He had never been the most social and he did not go out of his way to make friends. But someone he found himself falling in love with another, something he had not seen in his future. This particular individual changed many aspects of his life, showing him that he was not the only unwanted bastard in the world. Ghost bonded with NeMO in ways that many would find disturbing, but it was perfect for the pair. It was clear that there was more than a friendship between the two when a cannibalistic meal was shared, leading to the two snowy titans acting like a male and female who meant to breed. Ghost had not known that he had the capacity to love, never mind to love another male. But it did not feel wrong, even though they were of the same gender. The gender didnít matter to Ghost. The connection was what mattered.

Time went by with NeMO, and Ghost finally felt like he another that understood him. But as soon as the other varg came into his life, he was gone. The brute felt alone, confused about what had happened. He began to question if he was not meant to be with anything. Was he being punished for being a product of his fatherís infidelity to his mate? Was he meant to love and then have the other being be torn away? Or was he being punished because his lover had been of the same sex? Some had shunned him even more for that, but could something that felt so right in so many ways really be wrong? He didnít understand, and a new loneliness swept over him. He was not meant to love or be with another. He was meant to suffer and be alone. To have a small swallow of happiness, and then have it taken away, only a teasing memory left behind for him to try and enjoy. But try as he might to enjoy the remnants, he could not. He could not enjoy anything with NeMO out of his life. Ghost knew he could never have a mate, would never have a mate. He doubted he would ever let himself get close to another. Not after what had happened.

The ivory male didnít understand what took him back to Blossom, but one day as he was wandering, the familiar scents of the lands he used to know assaulted his nares, and he stopped short. Why was he back here? A part of him remembered NeMO, but most of him tried to forget that. Could he have returned, as Ghost had? No, he would not let that idea enter his mind. He knew he would only be disappointed yet again. But something had drawn him back to these lands, whether it was a conscious thought or not. As Ghostís paws padded forward, expecting to see the same lands that he was used to, he was shocked to see that everything was different. Was he really black in Blossom? Nothing was as he had expected. Did he dream all those memories of a new land, all the memories in a new pack, all the memories with NeMO? Surely he was not that insane, to have made up an entire new life. Stilts hesitantly padded forward, unsure of where he was, or even if he was truly sanely here.

Crimson orbs peered around as he saw what he was expecting to be the lake, but what was now a vast ocean. Last time he had been here he had been able to see the other side of the waters, but this time there was no end to it. And there was a different scent on the air, something that he couldnít yet place. Snow white paws padded forward, letting the waves wash over his limbs as he reached down to drink at the water. The male quickly recoiled from the taste, realizing that the scent he had found was salt. This water was completely different than he had anticipated. The brute looked around, unsure if this was still a popular area that many vargs came to visit. Did he want to stay in a potentially popular area and run into a stranger? He had been in solitude for so long that he wasnít even sure if he knew how to properly behave around another lupine. But if he was honest with himself, he craved the company of another, even if he wouldnít admit it out loud.


**Ghost**Brute**Seduced by None NeMO**Wanderer **Adult**Bastard Brother to Grey Wind, Mabbit, Lady, Nymeria**Violet


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