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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.


Lullaby of the Crucified

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a vexatious kiss

Without any intention of it the young adolescent child had managed pierce straight into the throbbing jugular vein. The outpour of blood into her mouth pulsated with each beat of Briseis’ heart, alternating between a thick flow and then a slightly thinner stream of blood. All of these thoughts filtered through her head, but more than anything she couldn’t help but think of how much better she felt. There was the warmth of the liquid seeping down her throat and its coppery tang exciting the taste buds along her tongue. All of this sent chills down her spine, the hair along it standing on edge before settling back down. Diosa did not need long to feed from Briseis, she only needed her fill for this season. She was not out drain some poor soul of their blood and therefore kill them, and so as soon as she felt the need of blood diminish to nothing she released her hold. Her fangs pulled out of the pulsating vein and she swallowed instinctively to pull the last of the blood from within the crevices of her mouth.

What Diosa had failed to realize though was that this was not the end for poor Briseis.

She cried for forgiveness, tears and sobbing rocked her body back and forth, the child within absolutely horrified at what she had done. Only she had no idea to what extent of pain she had truly caused the poor woman. She wished to Torr and the gods above that it had not been Bri that had fallen within her trap. She wished she had come to a realization before she had taken her aim and bitten through. She realized that though she had prevented her own death she had potentially caused another. She was lethal and able to kill, whether she wanted to or not. Bri had been her first victim and though she wished it had been her last, she was only one of many that would be touched by Diosa’s fangs and poison. Although she had no previous notion of the pain that she could cause, there was no way to avoid watching the effects of it now. Diosa did not have time to recollect herself, but rather she was ripped out of her blubbering state by the blood curdling sound of Briseis’ screams. The hair on Diosa’s back stood on end as she clambered to her feet, her luminescent rubies watching in horror at what she had caused.

Briseis was collapsed on the ground, convulsing, frothing, and letting loose the most horrid screams Diosa had ever heard. Her mouth gaped open, with ivory knives barred, but useless and covered in saliva at it bubbled and drooled from her mouth. And only the whites of her eyes were showing beneath her lids. She was unable to speak or regain control of herself and this seemed to drag on for hours, though in reality Diosa did not really know how long Briseis had remained under the effects. Wines and soft moaning wails escaped from Diosa, rendered completely incapable of anything. She was clueless and helpless like the pup that she truly was. She had hardly reached adolescence and her knowledge of the world was one that was very filtered; and not in a good way. All she knew were the ways of the vampires she lived with and unfortunately she could not change her own sick ways unless she wanted to die. Which at the moment she did not, all she wanted to desperately do was help Briseis… Suddenly as it all seemed to occur it was over. Stunned and relived, Diosa watched as Briseis threw up the contents of her stomach onto the ground. The small fae was relieved to see her rise up and instinct finally kicked back in, but now she feared the reaction that would come back to her.

Diosa trembled slightly, watching as Briseis finally collected herself and turned to face her. Diosa’s brain started to fumble for words, not really knowing how to address what had just happened, because she had had no intention of attacking someone she knew. Especially not Briseis. She was Draven’s Mesmer and if it got back to Draven that she had fed from Bri without permission Diosa wasn’t completely sure what exactly might happen to either of them. So…Vampires? You… you and all of them are vampires. Real… out of the myths and lore vampires. And you… you just fed on me? Black audits perked at the sound of her voice, thankful that she was even able to function, let alone talk. Diosa took a deep breath to fight back the urge to cry or run towards Briseis. She knew that the fae probably didn’t want Diosa anywhere near her right now or ever again. Her paws shuffled awkwardly, Yes. I’m a vampire and so is everyone else that claims to be within Caidir Olc. It’s not just a bed time story to scare pups anymore… It’s real. And so it the fact that we have to feed… like I just did. Diosa’s voice slowly dropped to a whisper, not wanting to admit what she had done. I’m so sorry Briseis, I didn’t know it was you… not until it was too late. I just couldn’t control myself, I had waited so long to feed that all I could think about was finding someone to feed on. And it was true, every word that she said, but how could she make Briseis understand? She had literally sucked her blood, there was no reason that she shouldn’t just run away from Diosa. Although she would eventually be drug back to Caidir by Draven if she didn’t return, so maybe Diosa was the better option at the moment? I don’t know how to explain it and I can’t fight it… I didn’t want to die. I don’t hate myself that much that I would let myself starve, but I hadn’t meant to hurt you… I didn’t want to! I’m so sorry… Diosa rambled on and on, not knowing what to say or how to explain herself, but really there seemed to be no good way.

a bittersweet abyss

||Diosa||Lucaya’s Blood||Caidir Olc||Adolescent||Vampiric Princess||Alesana||

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