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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Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

Harsh wind blew through the air, bringing with it an icy cold touch. The male grumbled to himself as the cold breeze woke him from his nap, his long black pelt ruffling and letting the cold bite at him. With a yawn he rose from the ground he had been slumbering on, his limbs reaching forward to stretch and wake up his muscles. He looked with annoyance to the sky for the harsh wind that woke him from his nap. Padfoot often slept out in the open, never sticking to one place long enough to make himself a den. But he had been within Blossom for some time now, so maybe he should consider it. Even though he was not the pack type, he could find somewhere he liked to make himself a den in one of the free lands. But it was refreshing to sleep out in the open, except for when the cold winter winds woke him up. The brute let out another yawn as he began walking through the trees, wondering when it was going to snow. That would pose another problem for his lifestyle. It would be hard to sleep well when the ground was covered in snow and frost, so he would need to make at least a temporary den for himself. Really he should do that soon before the ground got too hard. The male shrugged, telling himself he would get to it eventually.

Grey orbs took in the site of the frost covered foliage around him, walking through the sunlight where it broke through the trees to warm his pelt. His fur had grown in thick and dense in preparation for winter, so he was not cold out and about during the day, but it still felt nice for the sun to warm him. As the large male wandered through the trees he grew bored, and knew that he needed to find something to do or he was bound to go stir-crazy. Without another thought, Padfoot broke into a run, just letting his paws take him with no thoughts as to where. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he picked up speed, loving the rush it gave him to feel the wind through his fur. Once he tired, the male slowed to an easy trot, panting as he took oxygen into his heaving lungs. The scarred male took a few moments to get his bearings, and to see where it was that he had wandered too. The crashing sound of waves reached his audettes, so he knew he had to be near the ocean. Normally he would consider swimming through the waves, but not today. Not with the cold chill in the air that would persist for some time.

Padfoot decided to hang out by the waters anyways, even if he could not go for a swim. Paws pushed through the sand and pebbles, staying just out of the path of the waves. A unique sound reached his ears, and he paused for a moment, cocking his head to figure out what it was. It sounded like someone was crying, well weeping was a better word actually. For a moment he thought about turning around and pretending that he didn’t hear it. It was none of his business and he didn’t need to get himself involved. But he heard the voice of one of his long lost friends in his head, telling him how rude and selfish he was being. He knew that if Lupin was still with him that Lupin would have gone over to check it out, and Padfoot and the rest of their foursome would have followed suite. With a sigh, and a pang in his heart for his friend, he followed the sound. As he approached a rock cropping, he saw the form of a female, alone and crying. She was a contrasting opposite to him, her pure white while he was a dark midnight black. Padfoot purposefully made noise in the rocks so she could hear him approaching and he hoped not to sneak up on her. Once he was close enough to be within normal ear shot he spoke up. ”Excuse me, miss. Are you alright?” Padfoot knew that he sounded stupid. Of course she wasn’t alright as she lay here crying. But he wasn’t sure what else to say to her, especially when they did not know each other.

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3

THAT I AM UP TO NO GOOD

【Padfoot – Soldier – Chained by None – Violet】



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