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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

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a vexatious kiss

Darkness treads over the land like a hunter stalking its prey. Silently slipping over the land, without warning its shadows brought out the demons of the night and the beastly monsters that fed on the poor souls who dared to find themselves out in it. The white, glimmering moon basked the land in a pale glow, but beneath the drooping braches of withering leaves its light hardly speckled the ground. And ever so often wisps of clouds would dull the glow, and darkness would rule unhindered. Although is Caidir Olc it always ruled. The boggy lands were the reincarnate depths of hell on earth, and the wolves that lived within it were the demons who had escaped and taken over the bodies of wolves who lived there. They were vampires, most of them. The few who weren’t still had minds just as dark and twisted or desires just a lustful and bloody as the vampires.

Diosa wanted to count herself separate from those of her kind though. She fought desperately hide away the demon within herself. She denied its existence, but each time she caught her reflection in the puddles or streams, she saw it staring back at her. The gleaming crimson orbs staring right back into her own soul. She saw those eyes and persona as a detached portion of herself that only came out to feed and fulfill its needs once a season. There had been no other time that it resurfaced thankfully. Although its thought bled into her own constantly. Little things that slowly built up over time, until it was finally time to feed and fulfill it. It was like when she had scented Khaleesi. She remembered how fresh the femme had smelt to her. And just as she had then, she cringed now thinking about how nice the lady was! How could she think such things of such a nice she-wolf? No one deserved what was coming to them on this night, whoever happened to stumble into her. She hated that she was needing to do this, but if she didn’t then she would die and she didn’t want that… Diosa didn’t want to die. She didn’t hate herself or the other half of her that much.

Small breaths of air were sucked into her lungs until she couldn’t hold anymore and then she would exhale. Diosa could hardly control her breathing now, she was so hungry and so scared, she didn’t want to see this side of herself… lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub… Diosa’s ears perked up and her pupils dilated completely. Her crown swung around in the direction of the sound, the gentle whoosh of the blood pumping through veins becoming steadily more clear to her hypersensitive pinnae. Diosa’s self control was draining away, and the words of the wolfess did not register within her mind, only the sound of the beating heart and coursing blood. The petite child turned, and without a faltering step ran the short distance to Briseis. And if one didn’t know any better, Diosa could have been running to her in joy. Instead though when she reached the femme, she turned her muzzle up as though to nuzzle, but instead she opened her mouth, fangs protruded and buried them into Briseis. The warmth of blood seeping into her mouth, and slowly the hunger was satiated.

Internally though Diosa was screaming, crying and out loud she began to whimper. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to fall down her cheeks into Briseis’ fur. The little girl within her was beyond upset, she was losing her mind as she realized that the wolf under her fangs was someone she knew. It was Briseis. Diosa felt herself coming back completely and as she did she released her grip and crumpled to the ground. Her sides heaved as she cried, tears mixing with the blood that coated her muzzle. I’m so sorry… I’m sorry… The words fell from her lips gargled, over and over.

a bittersweet abyss

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

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