Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.


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wudubearo .x. of age .x. female .x. loveless .x. controlled by kyleigh


Steel gray spheres squint against the sudden light of the day, and almost instantly, the small femme is fully conscious and aware, her delicate silhouette jolting upwards so that she’s rested against her haunches. A wave of nausea takes over in response to the sudden movement, pain enveloping her and causing her petite form to tightly curl into itself as she tries to overcome the violent heaving that immediately follows.

Anastasia takes a few moments to recollect and compose herself, and then she finally rises, though shakily, upon her short appendages. Weakly shaking her robes to loosen the flurries of snow that have collected upon her, she begins to survey her surroundings, gray hues narrowed as her vision wavers, fading slowly in and then out. She can’t recall what happened; not really, anyways. She remembers a loud noise… an explosion? And then lights, painfully bright and colorful. The rest is dark.

Something is not right, and Anastasia is soon aware of this. In fact, this something is initially spotted within the peripheral vision of the femme. A flash of slate gray, brown, and black. She is aware of the tingling along her spine, the sensation of various pricks against her skin, and, irritated at the pain and discomfort, she contorts her cranium to peer across her shoulder for a better glimpse. But what the hell is that?! What her eyes meet with is… feathers! She has feathers! Gray hues widened in both shock and alarm, and the multi-hued vixen begins to violently shake her pelt, the motion only coming to an end when the lightheadedness consumes her once more, and she is forced to stop.

The feathers had not budged. This is it, she thought pitifully to herself, I’ve finally lost it! Her gentle features twisted into an expression of horror. Lupin had told her about the rumors of magic in Blossom. Was this… a result of that? It couldn’t be! Her small silhouette began to maneuver away from the trees, as she was suddenly desperate to be anywhere but here. She needed to get away before something else happened.






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