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.


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Barely a breath is released as the fluffy girl stalks her prey, a fat little bunny eating from a berry bush. For the longest time all she had wanted was to escape from the cruelty of the wolves and back to her family but now all she wants is solitude, for they had broken her, shattered her into pieces. She didn't even know if the cruel wolves had attacked or killed any of the others, if they had even managed to escape into these lands she found herself in. A large part of her was lost between the words they spouted and her own screaming, part of her had lain defeated and allowed some part of her soul to be lost. Muscles lie coiled beneath her fluffy coat of fur, as she prepared to catch herself a sustaining meal for once. She had been carefully planning every move this time, not wanting to waste any energy on a catch as small as this one. She had accidentally crashed through the snow and brittle earth of the bunny's den, destroying the entrance with the luck of said bunny not being inside. This fat little bunny would find no sanctuary when it tried to hide there, it's last hopes surely cut off.

Blood floods her veins in anticipation, adrenaline beginning to surface in her system as she trembles in concentration. Just one more second now, she waits for the bunny to turn it's back to the spot she loitered in even as her body begged at her to chase it to it's untimely demise. The bunny finally turns and she lunges, with deadly speed and dexterity, for the fluffy girl was fast, a deadly hunter, despite the fact she had little training in the ways of a hunter. She had destroyed the den that it would have surely ran to, but it's destruction was more happy accident than planned slaughter. This bunny will die, by her jaws tonight.

She feels almost as if she is no longer afraid as she chases the fat bunny now, knowing that she won't lose her meal. Just as she thought it arrived at destroyed entrance to it's den, scraping at the dirt before looking like it'd try to find another way in. Unfortunately for the bunny it was far too late, and the fluffy girl was upon it. Her paws close in around it like the steel jaws of a hunter's trap, her powerful jaws descending to savagely snap it's neck like a twig. There's a small smile on her lips, as her sides heave with effort. She had finally made a successful meal of off something not already dead, and she was happy for it. Heterochromic eyes of midnight blue and vibrant violet look around her for any other life that may be lurking nearby, before she begins devouring her first meal on these strange lands.

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