Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.

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haunting me // alistair
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i was as pure as a river
but now I think I'm possessed


It was bloodshed that raged and surged throughout the birth pack of the dark princess. Persephone’s family were extremely powerful, mighty, and very fierce creatures; so, once they were provoked by an opposing pack, the very one who was run by the merciless and cold-blooded demon by the title of Macurio, Persephone’s blood decided that there was to be an end to the brute’s wicked and despicable ways. They would not go down without a fight. And that is exactly what her kin had done. Friends and family alike fought back viciously, and by gods, did they fight hard.

But who was the victor in a campaign of beast against beast? Persephone’s father was the King of her world, and though he had despised admitting it, Macurio’s pack and his own were equivalent in their superior strength, as well as in their numbers. The difference between her father’s pack and this monster’s, however, was Macurio’s filthy ways. Persephone’s pack was family-orientated. And they would never seize the life and breath of the innocent; of the children, the teenagers, and other weaker beings that were not participants in the battle. Macurio, on the other hand, did not care. Him and his soldiers slaughtered any living being that appeared within their sight. Nobody was to be pitied. Nobody was to be saved. They were savages.

Seasons passed and winter eventually came. There had yet to be a victory and the opponent was hounding them even harder. If the members of Persephone’s pack were not dying by the power of Macurio, they were dying by something much more menacing; the power of nature. Hunting was an enormous risk; Macurio and his army were constantly waiting and always watching. They began to run low on rations. Disease and illness was yet another alarming occurrence; with the death of the innocent, came the death of their healers. The numbers of their home were significantly dropping. With their numbers diminishing and their defenses down, all the royal family were to do was to watch their blood and their loved ones die off.

Persephone was a young teenager during all of this time; the princess of this once well-respected pack who was tucked away from the universe in fear of her demise being next on the list of the evil rival. The embodiment of innocence; a young femme who harbored and represented purity and beauty for her entire home. Persephone was a prize to be won; a literal goddess. And won she was. It was an act of desperation that sent the Alpha out to Macurio’s packlands one afternoon. All the young princess knew was that her father was conducting a meeting with the wicked beast; she would have never expected on what they had decided upon next.

They seized Persephone from her den. A stolen jewel; but stolen by the consent of her father. Her mother, the Queen, and the remaining of their comrades cried out against the arrangement. They would fight to their deaths rather than to sacrifice their beautiful princess. But her father would not have it. He silenced every one of them and simply turned his cranium away from the sight as Macurio’s troops whisked her away.

It was not rage or anger that inhabited the princess; these emotions were foreign and they were against her being. Persephone was kindhearted and pure. Instead, she felt sorrow and fear as she was brought into a new and completely opposite world. Macurio was evil; this was true. He was wicked and merciless and corrupt. But Persephone could not imagine him to be this demon that he truly was; the poor femme only searched for the good in other wolves. He had destroyed her family but she could not hate or resent him for it. The crusade had come to an end due to her father gifting her to the Alpha, and while she was at first fearful about his intentions with her, she was quickly reassured. Macurio always continued to terrorize other individuals and other packs, but he admired Persephone because of the fact that she did illustrate purity, goodness, and beauty. Macurio worshipped her and claimed her as his Queen. For some time, everything seemed fine. Persephone learned to love him despite his wickedness and she thrived in this new, mysterious world.

But Macurio grew to be jealous; his soldiers and his army were infatuated with their beautiful Queen. When they needed advice, it would be from her. And they continuously took Persephone’s word over her mate’s. This infuriated the demon king, and he imprisoned his once beloved Queen. Persephone remained in this situation for only a brief time, before a friend from her childhood and previous home found her and released her. The cloaked vixen ran as far away as she could with her familiar, but eventually lost track of him whenever she arrived in Blossom.

So now it seemed that the Queen found herself in yet another strange and threatening universe. The shadowed femme would wander the unfamiliar landscape aimlessly until her charcoal audits would capture the gentle rush of water that emitted from the river. Relief washed through the alluring femme, a faint sigh emitting from her delicate maw as she approached a subtle stream that branched from the mother river. The muscles in her pillars burned slightly from fatigue; Persephone’s journey had been long and tremendously demanding of her petite form.

The queen lowered her cranium to lap at the clear water, taking in the cool and fresh fluid for a considerable moment until she felt that her thirst had been satisfied. Then Persephone took to resting, her curvaceous frame gently connecting with the damp earth that hugged the river. Arresting and luminous blue spheres surveyed the landscape with heavy eyelids, the heat of the direct sun warming the layers of her thick robes. Persephone allowed this warmth to encase her darkened silhouette, the heat resembling the familiar of the bodice of another creature as it wrapped around the femme. Then her lids finally slid shut, and Persephone submitted to a very light slumber.

i know you're gonna keep on haunting me

persephone .x. runaway queen .x. of age .x. no heart .x. no home .x. controlled by kyleigh
IMAGE © KATI H


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