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

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


Muscles rippled and flexed as the large male made his way through the foreign lands. Crimson orbs took in the surroundings as brooding thoughts went through his head. Why had he even bothered to come back here? He knew that NeMO would not be here, and coming back would not bring the other varg back to him. He had thought about going to visit his brothers, the only two of his family left alive. Before he had left he had heard about what had happened to the older of his two sisters, Lady. She had never been close to him, and at times she was even harsh to him. He was the bastard of the family, the mistake, the unwanted one. But even though he was not close to Lady, and even disliked her at times, she did not to deserve to die the way she did. Giving birth to pups that were a product of rape. For a split second he had thought of seeking out the pups, to see if he could help care for them. But he knew that Lady would not have wanted that, she would not want a bastard like him raising her precious young with royal blood in their veins. A snarl escaped the male as he thought of the relationship, or lack of one he had with his half-sister.

Summer had been the next of the siblings to go. He had died being the hero defending another, just the way that Summer would have wanted to go. Ghost was older than the smoky grey brute, but Summer had always tried to compete with him, wanting to show that he was better. Grey Wind and Ghost were the largest vargs, and had always been the best fighters in the family. He knew that Summer felt like second best, even though it was always Ghost who would come in last place. He wished he could have seen Summer again before he had died, but that too was in the past. Just like so many other things. Him and Grey Wind had always gotten along well, competing playfully with each other as they grew up side by side. He never truly had to compete with his brother, even if Ghost was superior in some ways, he was not the one to take over the throne when their father died. And so, it had never been a true competition. The brother he knew least was Mabbit. He had still been young when the family had been separated, but he remembered Mabbitís tantrums and rages as a young pup, always causing a scene to get some attention.

The lupine that he missed the most was Nymeria though. Even though she was younger than he like Summer had been, the two had become very close. She was the only one to really accept him as a true brother, not as a bastard. Well the only one besides Grey Wind. The two could play together for hours, wrestling and sparring as if they were of the same age. She had been the only one who he felt he could truly be himself with, despite her being a teen as he turned into a full grown adult. She always called him brother, even in front of her mother knowing that it angered her. The pair even looked similar, both having qualities of their father despite the differences in their coat colors. When he found out that she was dead, it broke a part of him. How could Nymeriaís fiery spirit have left this earth? She was a better fighter than most males, and fiercely independent. Her smile was one of the best he had ever seen, and he doubted even if he ever fell for a female that he could love another the way that he had loved his sister. And of course, because he had loved her so greatly she had to be torn from him. And he never even had a chance to tell her how proud of her he was that she had grown into the strong female that she had grown into.

Ghost was torn from his thoughts when he heard a loud splash in the water where he had been walking through. The male shook his head, realizing that he had no idea where he had wandered to. His paws were wet in the sandy depths of a sea, waves coming and going to soak his stilts. He still felt as if he was in a haze, reflecting on his family had distracted him fully from the world around him. His crimson gaze then spotted the source of the loud splash he had heard, a varg was being pulled under the water. There was blood in the water where it seemed that another had been hurt before the waves had pulled them under. For a moment, Ghost realized that he could walk away and not have to help. He would never know who this wolf was and would not be responsible for what had happened to them. But then Nymeriaís head popped into his mind, and NeMOís, and Grey Windís. The only three vargs that he had truly bonded with. What if one of them, specifically NeMO and Nymeria, could have been saved if someone had intervened for them? No, he could not walk away.

Quickly the male ran forward, feeling the rocks slip underpaw as he came to the spot where the other male was being forced under. He saw the blood, and flashbacks of his bloody meal with NeMO came to mind, but he pushed them away. His white form jumped into the water, his powerful limbs propelling him down to where the other male. His daggers grasped at the scruff of the stranger, pulling the two of them up to the surface. Ghost made sure that the other beingís head was above the water so he could breathe before he propelled them back to shore, the feeling of his muscles truly working giving him the adrenaline he needed to get them there quickly. As they made it back to the rocky shore, Ghost pulled the stranger away from the water so it would not pull him back under. He noticed that the lightly colored male had gash on his head that appeared to be bleeding a lot, but that could have been exaggerated from the water. Panting heavily from the exertion, Ghost padded at the other male, urging him to move, cough, breathe, show any sign of life.


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


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