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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It was so beautiful, the way that each individual flake fell around her. There was no breeze, no wind to disturb their motion, and thus she had been gifted with a beauteous ice scene to stare at. Her honey pools would pick one flake and traced it as it lazily floated through the air down to her. Swiftly, the femme would shoot out her paw to catch it upon her dorsum. Her individual hairs would shift it until it settled and finally remained still. For minutes, or even an hour, she would watch it until its beautifully crisp and sharp edges began to first round and then melt into oblivion, nothing more than a single drop of liquid upon her pelt. Athene had remained here for days after eating her last meal, resting and enjoying her show of unique beauty. And they were unique, really. None of the hundreds she had captured with her gaze had been identical to any of the others, and yet they were all symmetrical with themselves. One side of a flake matched each of the others, and there would be anywhere between four and twelve points on a flake. Athene thought how odd it was for such a thing to be so identical to itself, but then she remembered how short each life was - there was no time for it to become injured, wounded, and scarred. It would never suffer from old age or illness, or be attacked.

Sighing, the timberess rose to her paws and shook. Inches of snow released itself from her pelt and suddenly her camoflauge was gone. It was with a shiver that she realized that all of the drops of melted snow had finally made their way her thick winter pelt and stung her flesh. While staying still, she had remained safe from it, each drop either dancing delicately on her hairs, or refreezing. But now she was cold - a rare thing for the ess given her dense furs. Athene scoffed and shook again, loosening the drops and releasing some from her... She would not linger on the thought of coldness long, and instead would work on fixing the problem. Slowly, she began to stretch, first reaching backward and arching her back before eking her way forward and pushing out with first one back limb and then the other. Pain flushed through her limbs as her nerves returned back to life one by one. She had stayed still too long and had crushed them with her weight... but she did not flinch or cry out. She was used to pain and had been taught to ignore it and now was nothing different. Athene began to move, her motions stiff, starting out at a walk, leaving a clear path of her paw prints in her wake. Each one was a perfect mold of her pads, her claws. Athene strode with an even step, without any imbalance despite her stiffness. Each step stung her paws and pulled at muscles left tight for far too long, but as she moved, she slowly stretched them out until she felt comfortable enough to pick up the pace into a steady trot. She moved away from Uyaraut, from the reaching waves, the barren cliffs, the odd creatures laying upon the ivory shore.

Athene sped up to a gallop and raced across the tundra, her gaze constantly sweeping the land for something more, for signs of any impending danger - a hidden predator, signs of weakened ground - and evaded the few things that she noticed. At one time, she had come to know almost all of Blossom Forest - after all, she had at one time or another lived in three of the ten packs... but after the change, she had found herself in an alien place, where nothing was where she remembered it. And it was because of that, and despite the towering walls of the gorge on either side of her, that she had failed to realize that this was now where the river ran. Claws scraped at rock and dirt, but it quickly gave way to ice. Her paws stung as suddenly she slid first one way and then another, her stride no longer at all controlled. But she did not try to stop, knowing that doing so would only make it all worse. Instead, she tensed her abdominals and worked on only keeping her balance - eventually she would stop, be it by crashing through the iced surfaced or careening into one of the bouldered cliffs. Athene could only hope that the surface was thick enough for her to not fall through. That the ice would be thick enough to hold her weight. Memories rushed through her mind - of Zev, when they had danced upon the lake together, when the ice had failed to hold them; of her puphood, her first winter, when skidding on ice had been part of her training. She was a warrior, taught to excel in one thing - fighting. It did not matter what the arena... Athene exhaled slowly as her ricocheted body slowed its propelled motion and finally came to a stop. Immediately, she wiped at the surface beneath her, looking for any cracks in the ice, telling of its fractured weakness... but there was none. It seemed that the river was frozen completely solid.


|| BELONGS TO HERSELF || BELLEROPHON, GWENLLIAN || UYARAUT ||
.Athene.
♥dante


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