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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.


Lullaby of the Crucified [Briseis // Azura]

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a vexatious kiss

Shadows danced across the dark marshy lands and among them the young princess pranced and bounced to the rhythm of the pulsating shades. The beat to which she danced was not truly a sound but the rather the form and shape of the land; one misstep could land her within the murky depths and drowning in her own home. It was so oddly satisfying to her that she lived on this precipice of death and danger under the presumption that this was home. ‘Home’ usually meant safety and protection, but here within the confines of Caidir Olc, there was the potential for death. It was only all the more dangerous at night when the shadows created false images of safe landings, with only subtle hints of the fact that if anyone was to step there, they would surely drown. The darkly hued princess had learned to read this land and its cues, ensuring that she would not fall victim to its gaping jaws. Her mother, Lucaya had chosen a place very fitting for the majority of its members, the vampires. For those who had not changed or had chosen the place for its dark nature rather than the wolves within it, it was not that they couldn’t survive, but the land posed a greater threat to them in the darkness because they could not see like her.

Tonight was not for adventure though. Tonight she was seeking out sustenance.

The wolves with Caidir Olc were off limits to her because the pack was a safe zone. The only time a member was allowed to be bitten was if they asked to be changed. The process could go one of three ways though. The wolf would remain unchanged like her sister Holly, they could die from the poison of the bite, or they could change as they hoped. There was no one though who was asking for this and so Diosa was being left to her own means of finding a way to feed. The white she-wolf from Dierne Hrof had been a clear reminder of her hunger, as she had had to fight it off the whole time she sat in conversation with the ess. And more than fighting the urge to feed, Diosa was still fighting herself on the idea of feeding. She couldn’t survive on the blood of regular prey, she had to have wolf’s blood. And she still fought the instinct because it felt so wrong, but also right. She was constantly left in conflict over this feeling, but necessity would surely overpower this guilt.

Diosa slowly crept out of the den, leaving behind her curled up siblings, but she nuzzled Holly just before she left. Crimson eyes turned towards the shadows and the midnight hues that canvassed the sky with the small dots of light glittering. For a moment she forgot her woes of feeding and as soon as she was out of earshot of the den, she bounded away effortlessly and with a small yip of joy. Freedom at last! She sprinted head first into the darkness, her blood-dyed orbs letting her see the world in utter clarity even in such murky darkness. Her nose reached up into the air, a deep breath of air gulped into her lungs, but as it passed over her taste buds and nasal cavities she scented something new, something fresh. Diosa cringed at the way the phrase had popped into her mind, thinking of the hunger that had built up inside of her. She needed to feed or she wouldn’t make it and she could already the feel the effects of the length of time it had been since she had fed for the first time.

Before long, Diosa found herself at the borders of the pack and then beyond them, escaping into the world beyond. She knew that she had to find her feeding source outside of the pack, and so she loped along, hoping that might eventually just stumble into an area that contained a wolf, unaware that she could quickly feed from and then run away before they knew what had happened or that she was the culprit to it all. Afterwards she wouldn’t have to talk of it to anyone. She need not feel the shame that was slowly building up over the fact that she would be hurting another wolf. It was no surprise as to why wolves found her kind repulsive. There were stories of their kind that had ripped and tore through bodies of wolves and killed for the fun of it, not because they had needed to. And though wolves like that existed still, she wanted to desperately to fight that stigma and show others that not all of her kind was evil. She wanted to protect those she knew, regardless of their specie, she had a sister that was a normal wolf. She had not changed and this did not make her any less special to Diosa. Holly was honestly her world at the moment, because there was little in this world that mattered to her outside of her sister and exploring the world around her.

The sound of gently rushing water filled her pinnae. Diosa stopped to see where it was she had landed and was surprised to find herself in a place much like her home, though not so dangerous. More than this though, she heard the faint pulse of a heart beat near to her. The scent of a wolf drifted on the air and Diosa felt herself salivating at the thought of finally getting to feed and quench the hunger and thirst that her body was demanding. Diosa placed herself delicately among the undergrowth and waited for the wolf to wander within her sights. She wanted this to be as quick and painless for them as possible, although truly there was no way to make it any less painful. If Diosa managed to get away from this feeding, it would be no surprise if she cried. The imagined guilt she had was already getting to her as she sat within the brush.

a bittersweet abyss

||Diosa||Lucaya’s Blood||Caidir Olc||Pup||Vampiric Princess||Alesana||

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