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.


I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall

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


The entire scenery around him was foreign. He knew he had been away for a long time, but nothing was the same. It was as if he was in a completely new land, one that he had never visited before. Ghost had no knowledge of the magic that had returned and had changed the lands. The closest thing to a supernatural being he knew had been NeMO, who taught Ghost that feasting on their own kind was possible. But real magical beings, tempests, vampires, rainbows. None of these were on the male’s mind. Snow white paws padded through the thick dense trees, wary of his surroundings but not afraid. The brute was not cocky, but he was more than confident about himself if he were put in a tough spot. Strong muscles littered his bodice from all the training he had undergone from a young age. He may have lived a solitary life, but he didn’t let his muscles wither away. Ghost was not a violent creature, but he knew what the world was capable of and he would not become some helpless victim. Not again.

Crimson pools took in the scenery, wondering how long he would stay in Blossom. Would it be long enough for him to rememorize these new lands? Or was he just passing though? Since he wasn’t even sure why it was that he was back here, he couldn’t answer these questions. He could continue his solitary life here just as he could in any lands. But did he want to remain alone? The male tried to remember the last time he had spent time with another varg, but his only memories were with NeMO, and he didn’t want to think about him. The other male had done things to him, to his heart and soul, that he didn’t know was possible. And now that he was gone it was almost unbearable to endure the memories. Heartache had almost destroyed he male, and he knew that it would prevent him from falling in love again. At least not as quickly as NeMO had taken his heart. Ghost would not make that mistake again.

The ivory titan paused his stride when vocals reached his audettes. Someone was approaching, and he now needed to decide if he wanted to interact with others or if he would hide his form. He had mastered the art of hiding in the shadows, and he knew if he didn’t want to be seen, he wouldn’t be. The vocals sounded like a female, almost singing to herself it appeared. The male stayed where he was, knowing that she would see his form any moment. He decided he would leave it up to her if she approached or not. The female stepped from behind the trees, already questioning who he was. "Are you . . . Like her? A vampire? Has Lucaya finally sent someone to end me? No . . . You're not like her." The brute did not know who this Lucaya was, but could he deny being like her if she was a vampire? He had feasted upon the flesh of carnivores when he had been with NeMO, but it was not an act that he committed on his own. So what did that make him?

Ghost remained silent for a moment, examining the female before him. She too was white as the snow as he was, her audettes pinned her to head as she approached. Finally the male spoke, ”I do not know who this Lucaya is. And I was not sent here by anyone, I do not report to any being, not anymore.” Crimson orbs stared at the femme, wondering who she was and what her intentions in these woods were. ”Who are you?” The male had never been one to be subtle but had always been frank when he spoke. He did not always speak, and often remained silently in the background though. He had not moved from where he stood, and he continued to stay where he was, letting the female decide if she would approach or keep her distance from him.


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


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