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.


False Goddess

☁Her bone structure screams “Touch her Touch Her” and she’s got the curse of curves.☁

He was circling her and yet the female didn’t mind. Instead her body purred with excitement of being worshiped in a way. Yes he wasn’t groveling at her paws begging to touch her. Though for some reason she didn’t mind this male with scars all over him, rippling muscles on every inch of his body, to not be groveling. Clearly it would be out of his character. As he spoke to her, she closed her eyes and tried to pick up on a few different things about him, the way he moved was calculated and flawless, very much the movements of a skilled fighter and possibly dominant wolf. She’d have to watch out if he felt the need to spring himself on her, yet the way he talked sounded more curious about where she’d come from and the things her homeland had created. Did these wolves not have the intellect to be able to use things around them as tools to better them? Finally, she opened her emerald eyes and twitched her nose at him. This meant she would be an asset to any pack, she’d be able to teach them things and hopefully find out more about these other wolves and the magik they had.

Though she stilled when he said her name, it made her shiver, for some reason he said it twice and it put her off slightly. “Most call me Kas, if you wish to be like most.” She said before deciding on answering any of his questions. Surely this wolf didn’t think that he would be getting anything from her for free. She already gave one thing away freely, that was her sweet beautiful name. Her parents named her after the Goddess of the Sky, and her coat seemed to match it, she was a beautiful winter day with flakes of grey clouds and beautiful sun spots. Whenever the sun hit her, it dances against the colors and warmed not only her coat, but others around her. They didn’t have magik back home, but many found Atakask to be blessed.

“You wish for me to answer your questions handsome, yet you do not give me your name. Though from what I can gather you are an Alpha, Si?” She was always quick to play a game of give and take, though usually she did a lot of taking and a little less giving. Males tended to follow her around after that though, begging for their desperate need of attention. She hoped this male would not be like that, honestly those games grew tiresome after a while. Maybe he would give her a new game to play, make the false Goddess feel alive again. If he answered and gave her his name she would continue to answer his four questions, but they would cost him dearly. “Where I am from is a beautiful tropic Isle that does not have this season called winter, nor does it have a season called fall or spring. Most wolves on the Isle have thin coats that flake and fray, but I do not approve of such thing.” Her sweet vanilla voice coated the area around them again, but it was thick with an exotic accent. (Think an islander accent), “We are able to do a lot of things as long as we have someone to help up. This thing I have is called a sling or a pack. The leaves are heavy and strong enough to wrap around and be tied and also to bow enough to hold things. Usually our healers have them, but I have them to hold my soaps. I prefer to have a soft, silky coat, compared to most with dense thick coats.” She would purr out and gently shake her body making sure the last remains of water danced off her coat. Pulling out the shell comb she took it in her teeth gently and began to brush herself. She used to have someone who’d brush her, usually that someone was her brother. What would he think of her now? Talking to another male, and yet not flirting with him. A smirk crossed her beautiful face as she worked on cleaning her coat. She was not a wolf of his world and he would not soon forget that. If he ever did, she’d surely remind him. What did this wolf think he was getting into now?

☁You’re making something out of nothing, and jealousy is the cousin, cousin of greed.☁

♍ Temptress ♍ No home ♍ No Mate ♍ Lone Wolf ♍ 731 words ♍


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