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.


I WANT TO SEE EVERYONE IN PAIN. [perdere and elle]

T he massive demon had spun his lyrics into the air, practically confessing his sins to the kalak silhouette of Perdere. Perdere reciprocated by admitting his own dark desires. And then he’d propose yet another idea; the couple was to vacant, leaving both Caidir Olc and Motionless behind them. They were to seek out creatures of the same, twisted and alike minds. Xarxes accepted the offer, his great cranium nodding in agreement with his partner’s suggestion; but just as his obsidian jaws began to part in his response, the demon was cut short by a foreign call. The lyrics were far too venomous and chilling to belong to the ghost Queen.

And so deep spheres of chestnut shift towards the stranger’s demand, the new appearance of what used to be Malignant Felicity still unfamiliar and alien to the memory of the monochrome beast as he surveys the area. Then they reach to meet with his comrade’s similarly rich ones. “This serpent is familiar to you, then?”, Xarxes inquires, his thick and handsome facials contorting into an expression of puzzlement. He observed as Perdere turned away from him and began to advance towards the caller, pausing momentarily to glance over his shoulder at the obsidian and ivory stained demon. Well, are you coming, or not?

. . .

The new Queen was an… interesting specimen. Her, along with her miniature disciples; children who appeared to have been turned by the vampiress, had infected the land. Their eyes were of a stunning and luminous crimson. Xarxes could not even pick up a scent from the gathering as he approached the stone throne which once held his ghost Queen. Motionless had fled from her kingdom, frightened and disturbed by the arrival of the Vampires. The tremendously small amount of respect that she’d earned from the monochrome demon quickly died down after this realization. She was weak. Uncapable. But this… Lucaya, this blood-thirsty seductress of the night, captured Xarxes attention. She was powerful, fierce. Unbreakable, even. A monster worthy of a crown. Just as he and Perdere desired; someone who would accept the sadistic tendencies that inhabited Xarxes.

It was after the pack’s gathering that the monochrome demon set out for his kalak comrade. There was still business left for them to tend to. Xarxes was nearing the duo’s original meeting place when his audits captured the vocals of his opposite, and immediately, the pace of the colossal beast had quickened. It took him several moments as he awkwardly maneuvered through strange and seemingly new territory, but finally, a step over an enormous fallen tree welcomes him into the shadowed clearing. A brilliant and menacing grin consumes his features as his gaze is directed towards his friend, and then Xarxes’ massive form strides past him."“Let’s go, Perdere. We have much to do.”

The duo is guided by the monochrome male; and where they head towards is a terrain similar to the one of Caidir Olc. The closer they advance, the thicker the air surrounding the beasts grows. A blanket of heavy mist consumes them, blanketing them. In the distance, the sun begins to rest beneath the horizon, but already is the pair consumed by shadow. The foliage of the trees shelters them from the remnants of the day’s light, and Xarxes’ large steps are broadcast as an imprint in the softened land beneath them. For a moment, all is silent, and then the perfumes of the wolfess reach the demon’s nares. They are close now. A smirk caresses Xarxes’ darkened kissers, his deep and rich words hushed as they rumble from within chest. Loud enough only for the maned male to comprehend. “My friend,” his warm brown hues meet with the mask of Akuji’s skin, “I do believe that we’ve just found our first toy.”

And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue,
You've still got Hell to look forward to,


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