Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.



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There's So Much Beauty When Your Eyes

Everything was broken, shattered in a million pieces this time. She had broken everything before but now she feared nothing was fixable. She lost her home. She lost her pack. She lost her crown. For all she knew, she could have a bounty on her head by the Vampire Queen Lucaya. Maybe she shouldn't have become Queen. Was this all just a sign she should've never wasted her breath on living? Maybe she should have never helped Drizzt. That thought made her cringe. How could she ever think such a thing? He was like a little brother to her.

She was broken. As if Morrissey hadn't caused her enough trouble. For that was the whole reason she left to come to Blossom. She once thought she loved Morrissey, his chestnut fur and those dark mysterious eyes . . . Who would've ever thought that mysterious could mean abusive, cheating and forceful? He hurt her, physically and mentally. He'd slam her into the ground, force her sexual activity. He would tell her that "No means yes." and complain about how she was looking fat - Wanting her to look like this other woman he was sleeping with. She began to starve herself for a small amount of time, but then with encouragement from a trusted friend did she have the courage to run.

She ran and ran and ran, finding herself in Blossom. She thought she was safe, that he couldn't find her or wouldn't want to find her because he had a new piece of ass. She was wrong. He tracked her down with the aim to murder her for leaving. It was clear to her that it was either kill or be killed . . . So she slaughtered him in the moonlight - And she loved it. Did that make her a monster? If not . . . Then did the fact that she pulled his rotting body up from the ditch she left him in to show who she really was to her pack? Drizzt seemed to think so for a small amount of time . . .

She sighed, she was so tired of the cycle she always faced. Run, then kill. Run, then kill. Maybe it was time to be killed . . . She sighed, her ghost like form making its way through trees that seemed so much like the ones that loomed above her that night she killed Morrissey. She couldn't bring herself to end it all, but maybe she could find someone who'd help her. A tune played over and over again, with words rolling off her tongue and echoed throughout the woods and the mist that clung to the ground.

"Paralyzed by my envy of the night
I am lost without you here and outside it looks like rain
Tonight I bleed myself dry, I bleed myself dry, I bleed myself dry
And nothing I could ever write, would help you understand this life
There's so much beauty when your eyes lay lost in all the city lights
The wax will drip as so as blood, romance is dead and all is lust.
You are the water in my lungs, we've lost it...."

She found her hell like portals blinking slowly, looking up at a large ghostly figure with red portals. She slowly stepped out from behind a tree, showing herself fully. "Are you . . . Like her? A vampire? Has Lucaya finally sent someone to end me?" She asked softly, her audits pinned back and her head lowered. She watched him closely. Then her orbs watched his, how they didn't have the same glow as the army of the undead she had only glimpsed as she fled had. She sighed, in both relief and disappointment. "No . . . You're not like her."

Lay Lost In All The City Lights

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