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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i was as pure as a river
but now I think I'm possessed


“Felt worse?” the obsidian queen inquired hushedly, carefully, her delicate facade contorting into a soft and furrowed expression of concern. She had previously acknowledged the widening of his brilliant hues as a result of her own faint frown, and immediately began to consider then what had the male so on edge. Had she said something wrong? She began to worry herself. But now his entire demeanor seemed to have adjusted, his banner wagging enthusiastically beneath him. Persephone’s own instantly did the same, although her pace was much faster; and now she realized that her heart seemed to be doing the same.

She’d never felt this strange sensation before. Sure, she had loved Macurio, - but had she ever had a choice in the matter? Of course not. She adapted, she had learned how to love him. But she was only ever a simple bargain, a trade, a peace offering. A breathing trophy meant to be set upon a pedestal and never acknowledged again. The feelings she felt now, however… were strange and foreign. It startled her and excited her all the same. She literally just met the male, and somehow, he had an immediate pull on her.

She was sure that, if it was visible, Alistair would have seen the heat that consumed her cheeks in a flush of embarrassment as she realized she had yet to respond. She’d been silent, trapped within these emotions and thoughts. Left speechless, quite literally. Her bright spheres reached to meet with his own heavenly hues. “What a lovely name… Alistar.” The title leaked from her jaws slowly, enticingly, and the petite wolfess pulled her frame closer to his own. “I think, somehow, it suits you,” the femme beamed warmly, “They call me Persephone.” The cloaked femme brushed against him in the slightest, her banner caressing first the male’s thigh, and then traveling along his flank and ribs until she was no longer connected to him. Now Persephone eased her petite silhouette to meet the earth, her audettes perked and attentive. Her small crown tilted gently to the side. “Tell me, darling, what had you in such a hurry?”

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
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