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 Forestís 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.


On trial for our fates

He lives in a cage, built by his own experiences. He struggles and defies against a fate he had been born into, and who knew if he ever truly escaped it. He likes to think he had been strong enough to shake loose the clinging chains the pack had been waiting to swathe him in, that he had defied a fate meant to choke the life from him. He listens as she speaks in turn of the lands she had come from, and it seemed vastly different than his own. He thinks that her lands and her family must have been harsh, especially when it had seemed as if he had always had everything he could have ever wanted when he was still the next in line for the throne. They had not been an inclusive pack either, willing to accept outsiders into their ranks with welcome but safely wary arms.

Maybe he was weak to think that he couldn't handle that throne, that he had thought that he would break before his family and all the wolves in the pack that would need him, and that it would be a messy unclean break, fragmenting his shy mind, shattering his emotions into thin gossamer shards, making a million minuscule pieces of Noctis to spread throughout the mountain kingdom. He had never been tortured or looked down upon as she may have been, but he had still run out from a dark destiny that had been splayed before him as vast as the night sky he was named for. It could be viewed as selfish in a way, and he was willing to accept and understand that.

He speaks not of these things, instead keeping them confined to his inner walls. He didn't want to give voice to the doubts that plagued him some nights, that maybe he had condemned all of his family and friends to die without him there to do what he could. Red flecked eyes gaze into hers as they had exchanged their stories, stories that couldn't be further apart. He says nothing as she says her wonderment at the idea of being impenetrable, his eyes taking on a distant sort of sorrow that was there if she wanted to look beneath the surface. "Maybe this was where we were always meant to be." Things left unsaid at his own choice danced in his red-flecked gaze, his white flecked coat shivering slightly as a small breeze tried to worm beneath it.

He knows that he has never truly been that great at hiding things from others, that he was never meant to be a deceitful creature. It was a first for him, to speak anything about his old life. Even if it was something small, something many would deem insignificant. It still mattered, right? It was still the first words he had spoken in these lands of his past, even if it were not enough to trace him back from whence he came. She's speaking again, and as her question slips free he drops his gaze once more to his paws. It reminds him of his mountain home, and his parents that were barren aside from his conception.

"Coincidence maybe, is the best term for what brought me here. I could have ended up anywhere..." A single ear twisted behind him again, as if he could hear something calling him from the distance. There was no sound to be heard, nothing but the traces of a former life that plagued him from time to time. He lifts his gaze to the skies in that moment, almost as if trying to see some answer painted in the skies. He wanted nothing more than to be strong, someone that others could be proud of, but he knows himself as the opposite. He was of too shy of a nature, too unwilling to stand up and look the may faces of life in the eyes, too quick to skitter from the company of more than one wolf, even if sometimes his curiosity delayed the inevitable fleeing.

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