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.



There was something much more deadly than the caiman that lurked with the heavy, murky waters. No, these creatures were unlikely to disturb the delicate femme where she rests, and even should they attack her, they were a predator meant to go straight for the kill… What this little wolfess must fear was the two brown eyed monsters that peered at her from through the undergrowth. The demons that desired, not her life, but something even more frightening; they desired her fear, her terror. Her pain. Death was a simple wish in situations like hers. This she seemed to be aware of, if only in the slightest. Xarxes’ massive frame had threatened to burst through the brush, convinced that she had spotted the vicious duo whenever her delicate facade had shifted to face them. However, her iced hues never quite met with his. Instead, they seemed to die down, an emptiness inhabiting them as she stared blankly in the direction of their concealed position.

For a moment, all was still. The terror practically leaked from the girl, causing the beast to salivate. He could absolutely taste her fear already and he was still some feet away from her. Xarxes’ pulse quickened, his heart thundering deep within his chest cavity. Normally, the devil would take his time with his victim, enticing them, filling them with false promises, lies of forever affection and care. It was repulsing of him; but the time taken to lead up to their abuse made it all the merrier. What an awful emotion consumed them when they realized that their beloved had betrayed them. But the demon had gone much too long, had kept his disgusting habits and thirst hidden from the universe. The arrival of Perdere, as well as Lucaya, unleashed Xarxes’ own personal demons back into the world. Into reality. Perhaps next time, he would be more calculating with the female, more crafty, but for now, he wanted the release from his hunger to be instantaneous.

He had been lost in his desires, his loins all but begging for the girl, - Xarxes wanted her that instant. He craved her. Oh, how he wanted to see this pretty girl in agony, - however, the onyx and snow crested devil was snatched back into reality as soon as his slender comrade had nudged along his broad shoulder, Perdere’s cranium tilting to direct him to the right. Xarxes followed suit, although it was much more tedious for him to maneuver his bulkier frame through the fallen limbs and roots than it was for the long-legged shell that was Perdere. Xarxes took his steps cautiously and slowly, daring not to step too heavily and disturb the miss. Although, it was perfectly clear that the miss was already suspicious of them, already aware. So why was this little rabbit not running…? No matter. It was only habitual of a varg to fight against their presumed death. Although, Xarxes had no intention to kill her, of course. What enjoyment was there in that? But this delicate little femme would never know that. She’d struggle against them because it was the only reaction her body knew.

Xarxes had hunched his broad shoulders low to the earth, though never caring to be as weary as Perdere in concealing himself. After all, the wolfess had nowhere to run; even if she should spot him, she’d run straight forward into Perdere’s own trap. The demon hesistated only to be sure that his kalak-skinned opposite was in position, and finally, his large silhouette began to advance towards her, his footsteps still silenced. Although now his bulky frame began to rise until he was left standing at his full height; but if the femme had not acknowledged him before now, it was far too late, because he was already directly behind her, his kissers only mere inches away from her audette. Venomous lyrics rumble from within his chest, purring richly into her cranium. “My dear, this is certainly no place for a lovely lady like yourself to wander…” The sudden noise and warmth of Xarxes frame brushing against hers would hopefully startle the delicate woman, catching her off guard so that her frame backs into his own. The monochrome devil then presses abruptly against her smaller figure, his muscular silhouette ultimately dominating hers.

If he’s made it this far, his thick muzzle will nudge its way against her petite shoulder, a seeming action of affection, but one where his jaws will widen to expose sharpened daggers. And then in an instant, the devil is latched onto the soft flesh that encases her, the strength of his jaws weighing forcefully in on the bone, and then he will suddenly yank his maw in a downwards angle. As a domesticated dog would shred his toy, Xarxes aims to strip a small segment of the woman’s flesh as his teeth drag further into her skin. The desired crimson leaks into his clasped jaws, and for a moment, his spheres threaten to roll into the back of his head in absolute pleasure. Shivers prickled down the beast's great spine. How divine… how sweet this woman tasted.

And then there was another snatch of the beast’s thick skull, but this time Xarxes' appendage would brace down against the femme’s ribs, and he would snatch violently, twisting his cranium at the very last moment and only coming to a halt whenever he is congratulated with the satisfying “pop” as the joint dislocates. And then the monochrome demon absolutely reveled in her hushed cries, the sheer agony laced within her previously damaged voice. He releases the tightened grip of his deathly jaws, convinced that her delicate silhouette will crumble to the dampened earth, and, if it should, then he places himself above her, his heavy paw aiming to slam into her surviving shoulder with the intention to hold her in place. “Who has stolen your voice, my darling?” hues of molten chocolate bore into hers, Xarxes’ shaded kissers curving into a conniving grin. “What a terrible shame that is, too…” the serpent's tongue ran smoothly across his daggers, only a few inches remaining between their two facades, “Screaming for me would have made it so, so much easier on you, doll.”

Rich crimson coated his muzzle, dripping slowly into the dampened earth as his great cranium rose, chestnut spheres immediately seeking out his towering comrade. Xarxes was not nearly finished. In fact, he had only gotten started. But the devil would have no use for her after he took her; and although he desired her mostly in this initial weak moment, which was surely one of her most pathetic, he was insistent to share. He had yet to see how Perdere worked, after all. Why not spice things up a little first?

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

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