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.


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


When the splash of a struggling wolf reached Ghost’s ears, he knew that he could ignore it or he could go and make sure whoever it was was okay. A part of him wanted nothing to do with anyone, and thought ignoring it was the best way to go, but he knew he could not do that. The male was inherently good, and it would haunt him if he let another being die, especially drowning. He thought it would be an awful way to go, your lungs filling with water as you tried to breathe, filling your insides compress from the pressure of water and lack of oxygen. And so the male quickly rushed to the waters, his large form not noticing the icy chill that the water held in the fall weather. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, keeping his muscles moving quickly and not noticing anything else around him except the form that was sinking under the water. Strong jaws grasped the scruff of the stranger, propelling both vargs to the surface with his strong limbs. He made sure that the other being had his head above the water so he could breathe as he quickly brought them to shore. He dragged the limp form of the other being through the rocky sand, making sure they were far enough away from the waves to not get swept back under again.

Ghost panted heavily with the exertion of pulling himself and the stranger through the waters, his pink tongue falling from his mouth as he gasped for oxygen. But he knew that the other brute needed oxygen more than he did, and his paw prodded at the other being’s chest, trying to get him to react, to breathe, to live. Even though he didn’t know the other lupine, he didn’t want the stranger to die. Crimson orbs glanced to his head, seeing the blood pooling. It looked like a lot, but head wounds always bled a lot and the water spread it out more to look worse than it was. Besides it wouldn’t matter if he was bleeding if he wasn’t breathing. Finally the stranger gasped back to life, quickly scrambling away from the water and trampling Ghost in the process. The white male was pushed aside, his hind limbs scattering behind him to give the stranger some breathing room.

The white titan continued to watch the stranger, making sure he was not about to collapse and just die or something like that. He was surprised when a smile appeared on the other male’s features as his cream colored form approached Ghost, rubbing against his frame as if they were long lost friends…or lovers. The male’s form stiffened, not accustomed to the touch and not sure how to react. He had not touched another wolf in any way since NeMO, and that touch had been anything but appropriate. He didn’t like how his mind kept wandering back to the other brute, he knew he was gone and his life needed to move past it. But it was hard to move on when he had isolated himself away from his family, and having no friends made it hard to have someone to reach out to. His thoughts were interrupted when the stranger spoke though, a purr like sound escaping his throat. ”Mmm. Thank you for saving my clumsy ass from the scary ocean. I don’t really know what I was thinking when I decided to go into the water even though I cannot swim.”

The white male had not moved from his frozen stance, unsure of what the other male’s intentions were. It had been so long since he had interacted with another that he forgot how to speak for a moment, crimson orbs just staring at the other male before he finally cleared his throat and forced vocals from himself. ”Um…don’t worry about it. Anyone else would have done the same.” His gaze awkwardly shifted away, wondering if he should just flee from the situation. How had he ever interacted with another before? Had he always been this awkward? How had he ever had a relationship when he could barely put a sentence together? The other male sat in front of Ghost, and the white male tracked his every motion. ”Tell me handsome, what is your name, what do you like?” The words threw him off. Handsome was not a word that most wolves just said to each other, did they? It wasn’t something that he had been called before, at least not by anyone other than his ex-lover. Was that normal? Was the stranger flirting with him? Ghost had been away from others for so long that he couldn’t even tell.

”Um…Ghost.” He wasn’t sure what he meant by things he liked. He liked a lot of things, but none of the things that came to mind sounded interesting. He liked solitude, he liked his sister and brother, he liked fights. Everything sounded so stupid in his head, what did the brute mean by his question? He realized he was just standing there silently, awkward, and he cleared his throat again as his paws shifted. ”What’s your name?” He knew that he had avoided the other question, still stalling for time to think of something that wouldn’t make him sound like an idiot. ”I don’t…I mean…what do you mean what do I like? It’s a vague question you know.” He didn’t think that was any better than saying one of the other stupid thoughts in his head, but it was better than the awkward silent stare he had been doing anyways. How would he ever get his life back in order if he couldn’t even hold a normal conversation? Had it really been that long since he had even talked with someone. But he figured it had, he had been gone at least a year, if not longer. The time away had all blended together, and it was one large time frame that he couldn’t fully remember. It had been a blur, just wandering aimlessly around, almost starving to death because he realized he had just forgotten to eat, forgotten he was hungry. His depression had pulled him away from the world, isolating him and almost destroying him. But he had come out of it, had come back to civilization. And he needed to remember how to interact with others like a normal being.


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

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