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.


Sunshine is for the good, darkness is for my kind.

☬You walk on like a woman in suffering.☬

He stepped back as a snarl came from the larger wolf that went before him and Pandora. He snarled back and took a step back. The monster he was suppressing started to come forth. His body shook violently and he took another step back. If he let out this beast he would hurt Pandora. He didn’t want to hurt his sweet Blath. His eyes shifted to the creamy black wolf and lifted his teeth in a snarl again. ” I will be coming back for her, do not think for a second I won’t. This little flower is mine and I will not stop until she realizes it. You who seem broken and frightened of this female being around another do not deserve one as beautiful as she. Do you tell she’s beautiful wolf? Do you show her everyday how wonderful she is? You’re days are numbered with her, treasure them.”

He backed away from the two and turned taking off through the murky water and off into the woods he was breaking the farther he ran, his sanity slipping from him ’I will get you little Blath and you will enjoy every second you’re with me, let your Gods help you if you don’t’ His mind spoke out to him, his monster shredding through his last bit of sanity as it surfaced. Somehow Sebastian managed to keep his monstrous lust for death at bay and did not allow himself to turn around, because if he did, that male and his Pandora would be a bloody mess or he would be a bloody mess at their paws. ’Wouldn’t that be a glorious way to die?’

☬You come in like a blood stained hurricane.☬

Ü You’re afraid of monsters? Then I guess you should run away. Ü Loyal to Himself, Mated to his mind Ü 284 words

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