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 Forest’s 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.

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Castiel had pulled slightly away from him, and though if you would have noticed the difference, the blind wolf did. It was all about the tiny things, the details. He could feel less of his own breath bouncing back toward him. He heard the slight creaking of the sand as the other shifted their weight back. The kalak frowned, but said nothing about it. Instead, he had continued on with his monologue, it had offered to help Castiel in whatever way he could. And there, in the silence between when he fell silent and the next moment, he heard a smile, a laugh. Most would argue that a smile cannot be heard. But is the movement of a body in, the slightest shifting in muscles. But Tiresias heard the soft squishing of saliva against teeth, the gentle sound of release as his lips pulled away from his teeth. He supposed it could be a frown instead of a smile, but with the accompanying laughter, it did not much makes sense for it to be a frown. Perhaps laughter was not the correct term for it though… It was the shell of a laugh, half hearted and mostly broken. But it was a start. When Tiresias had had his own loss, he had dealt with it quickly and moved on. It wasn't because he was heartless, but because there was nothing that could be done about it. When he had lost his mother, the killer how quickly been slain, so there was no need for revenge. But now that it's adoptive mother has left… Well… She was an adult and she had make her own choices. But past that?

Of course there were times and days when Tiresias was lost to sorrow. He had been born into a world that gifted him with an entire family. He had had a mother and a father, and three siblings. They live happily together, until they didn't. Who would not mourn their loss? But most the time he tried not to dwell on it-after all, as already stated, there's nothing he could do about it. He was a logical wolf, and more so he was a moral wolf. It was ironic considering the family he came from, but Tiresias believe that there was a right and a wrong, and he believe but nearly everything his family believed in and stood for was wrong. Yet had it been right for him to lie to the stranger Who had undoubtably been there to kill him? Lying was wrong… Yeah if he hadn't lied, he would be dead. Did that make up for it? That account for it? Terry's just did not know why he was thinking of these things now, and shook his head once, hard, to shake them loose.

Castiel coughed, and Tiresias's emeralds glittered back to him, to the general area that he was. At the same time, his tall, twin towers focused upon the brute, and for a few minutes listened to him rant on about mythological creatures. Things that he had been told stories about as a child, and which were not real. They weren't real… Right? Tiresias swallowed-the thought that vampires were real things… The thought of that terrified him. But what was the other going on about, with being a tempest? And something else… Tiresias shake his head and furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of it all. "Castiel... of course there is evil in the world, but that does not mean it is of the magical sort. As for these… Vampires you mentioned? How can you be sure that they are not simply evil wolves, killing one another and drinking their blood? There… Has to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. " Trying to understand… Had Castiel's mind broken, allowing him to make up these fictional creatures? Or was there a better exclamation, a larger grand plot? Castiel surely seemed to believe it all quite thoroughly, in his mind he seemed otherwise well in tact. Just because he was hurting and his heart, did not mean that he was crazy. But where does that leave Tiresias? He would need time to mull it all over, to figure it out.

The other had paused, ceasing his monologue, or rather his telling of the tall tale of magic. Tiresias tilted his head, waiting to see what would happen next. And what happened shocked him a little. " and why would you come if I called for you? I appreciate the thought of it, the gesture. But it makes little sense. Even if I were to call for you, this place is a large place, and the pack you once called home is now far, far away from here. You would not hear my voice. Were I attacked, and used my last second to call for you, it would be in wasted breath, for you would never hear it. And even if you were near enough to hear it… You have no obligation to me to come. So I appreciate the gesture… But I take such vows very seriously, and I will not hold you to this one. You helped me once, and I hope that I have helped you. You have no need to repay me. But if you have need for company… Then I would be more than happy to stay. I have no one, nothing." A crooked smile crossed his lips and he chuckled once. " I realize that I must seem terribly busy… With all of my… Busywork I'm doing right this instant. But really, I have all the free time in the world." Tiresias had returned to making the conversation light and attempts to keep the other's spirits up.

But he nearly jumped when he felt the touch of the other. It was not hair or flesh that Tiresias health first, but instead breath. As with before, he could once again feel the others warm exhalation, in a moment later there was the tingling of their hairs mingling, and then the pressure of flesh against flesh. The contact lasted only a moment, but it had brought… a warmth to him? The heat of their touch had spread slowly over Tiresias' body, and all of his hairs rippled at the tingle beneath his skin. He didn't have time to focus on that, and stead had to focus on Castiel's words again. He wanted to know why Tiresias was being chased, hunted? Why anyone would want to harm him? Tiresias laughed, a bitter, cold sound. " you are lucky that you do not know much of us, and you should keep it that way. My kind is foul and cruel, aiming to hurt anyone who is different, anyone who disobeys. I may be young, but I am the blood heir to Farant's throne and lands. He was my grandfather, and comes from the same clan that my father did - Caspian. With his death, I am to inherit. There are people from my own land and from other clans who seek to kill me to take the throne. Even though I do not want it, it doesn't matter. Until they have proof of my death, they will not let anyone else hold the throne."

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




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