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.


haunting me [mature]

i was as pure as a river
but now I think I'm possessed

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The onyx femme’s heart hammered in her delicate chest cavity, cyan spheres filled with warmth, as well as want. The heavenly brute smiled in her direction, a response to her courageous confession towards him. Persephone nearly melted on the spot; a powerful mixture of lust and close intimacy building within her delicate frame. She wanted him so desperately, and in more ways than one . . . Persephone wanted Alistair now, in an erotic setting, but she yearned for more than even that. She wanted, simply, him. To love him, and for him to love her. He had been so poorly treated, so previously abused. Alistair seemed genuine and caring, . . . he deserved affection and care in return. The obsidian goddess knew that she could be the one to provide him with this, all of it. She would support him, channel every ounce of her love into him. Together they could thrive . . .

His response held equivalent promises as hers, and a bright beam met with her shaded kissers while luminous hues of blue began to seek out his. It was then that she wrapped around along him, their contrasting robes interlacing into one another, and finally placed herself before his larger silhouette. Her banner curled along her spine, exposing her completely to the brute. Enticing hues of blue reached across a slim shoulder, reaching for Alistair’s beloved galaxies, and that is when the male took to her offering, proceeding to approach her and nipping a trail lightly along her curvaceous hips and flank. A hushed moan erupted from her small maw, soft shivers traveling along her spine. Then, at last, he mounted her, his colossal frame dominating her petite one.

In the beginning, he kept a slow pace, attentive and careful with each thrust. A soft moan purred from Persephone’s chest, talons gripping at the damp earth to steady herself. The wolfess’ moans intensified, as did his pace, her lyrics laced with pure pleasure and adoration as the scarred brute’s own talons gripped into her curved hips for support. The experience was the complete opposite of that with her previous mate; he who only concerned himself with his individual pleasure. Alistair did not only seek his, but also helped Persephone to find hers with each of his powerful strokes, the onyx goddess’ breathing growing more ragged and uneven with each passing moment. Their two opposing frames rocked in rhythm to one another, and finally, she felt Alistair’s sharpened daggers graze and grip at her scruff. It was an audible gasp that emitted from her maw, the action sending her over edge, as it seemed to have done also to the multi-hued male. Persephone could feel his form tensing and her petite form trembled along with his, intense waves of pleasure consuming her and erupting another series of pleasurable moans that rumbled from within her small throat.

She felt Alistair’s previously tight grip on her loosen, his heavy form prying away from hers. She nearly whimpered at the sensation, at the absence of his body and the sudden lack of heat, but then he had circled around to her front, his banner reaching to curl around her now dampened silhouette. Brilliant hues of blue met with his rich galaxies, Persephone’s chest still robbed of it’s breath. A soft and airless giggle emitted lightly whenever she realized that Alistair’s was also the same, and she returned his smile with one of warmth and endearment. “I’m happy to say that, I’ve fallen for you, as well . . .” The onyx she-wolf slowly trailed delicate kisses along his thick muzzle, a sensation of warmth encompassing her whenever he nuzzled into her nape. “And this was only a glimpse of what our love can be . . . You’ll see.” She beamed lightly towards him. “We still have so much ahead of us. There will be more of this, and so many adventures, experiences . . . Our entire lives.” She moved closer to him then, her small frame pressed into his own, and for once, she felt . . . at home. Safe.

i know you're gonna keep on haunting me

persephone .x. runaway queen .x. of age .x. fallen for Alistair .x. no home .x. controlled by kyleigh

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