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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then we'll lie, cheat, steal and murder everything
lucian - demon - of age - loyal to wudubearo - no heart
we have dark, tarred souls underneath


The cloaked demon had remained silent for some time; tucked away comfortably in the thick forestry of Wudubearo. And there he would have remained, if not for the previous string of events. It was as if an earthquake roared through the terrain, scattering and shattering the world as Lucian knew it. Landscapes shifted and new ones arose. Some had even completely disappeared with no trace; the only thing left of them were ghosts. The misplaced aspects were a simple, soft, and very distance memory embedded within the beast. Lucian could recall them, though faintly. He knew enough to realize that they were missing from the world but he could not remember their names or any specific details.

What he did notice during this time was the silence of his Queen; it seemed that Milo had ventured out on her own once more. In her absence, a challenger had appeared. And that it what drove the male out of his coven. Lucian had arisen to their command, his large and towering pillars rushing them to the boundaries to meet the brave and daring soul. The demon would not tolerate such an insult to his mistress, particularly in her absence. However, what his crimson hues met with was the pale silhouette of a foreign vixen; but an apparent comrade. The femme’s curvaceous form reeked of his Queen’s perfume, of Wudubearo. And she had beat him to their opponent. Lucian considered interjecting, considered taking the trial into his own paws. But this femme was confident, and she was ready. The dark beast remained in the shadowed treeline until the pair left for Blican Orlege, not wanting to disturb or complicate the situation. The small ghost remained in the back of his cranium even after he had departed from the border of their home, however. He made a mental note that he must formally meet the femme upon her return; regardless of whether she returned to Wudubearo as a victor or a failure.

It was during this time that Lucian decided to explore the modifications of his new universe on his own. Some time had passed since the changes, and the other wolves had calmed from the frenzy that they all burst out into. However, Lucian could not blame them all for their panic; the world had literally split open and now they were all left to start anew. It was like his initial arrival to Blossom had occurred all over again. It seemed as if he were a foreigner in yet another new world. The dark beast kept his movement silent as he shifted through the various landscapes, stopping occasionally to take note of his fresh, new surroundings. And then the male had finally voyaged far enough to reach the lake. Or, what used to and should have been the lake.

It had been the angry and thunderous crashing of the choppy waves that attracted him; the demon’s red spheres widening in both shock and awe as they reached across the surface of the water. In his cranium, Lucian recalled that he could reach the other side of the lake before. In the very least, he could see the opposing side of the water. But what stood before him now was an entire ocean, the strong scent of salt filling his dark nares as his orbs struggled to find an end to the enormous and ever moving body of water. Hills clung to the landscape on one side, and upon the other, there seemed to be nothing at all. It was flat and unknown and potentially threatening. And before that, lay a pack. Lucian was unfamiliar with these residents; he had yet to come into contact with most, if not all, of the opposing packs. He decided to avoid those lands for the time being.

Instead, his massive silhouette approached the vicious waters, the coarse feel of the sand collecting beneath his pads. The demon kept just enough distance between himself and the dangerous sea so that when the waves approached, only his paws would receive the spraying and splashing of the water. And his red hues kept watch; surveying the surface of this new fluid as if he would actually find something within it.


"if you don't want to dwell in the light, then dwell in the shadows with me."



lucian
dante




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