Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.



She couldn't keep away from his eyes too long, they showed something in them that she couldn't explain. Maybe he too was hurt beyond repair and just looking for something to ease the pain. They reminded her of the same ones that stared into her soul and wished her death, except they had a calming to them . . . And they didn't glow. While she was still worried for her life, maybe hiding out here in the vast forests was not too bad of an idea. She grew scared that if he were to take her that she'd bare children, but she settled on the idea if it were to happen. She wouldn't be alone then, maybe she could finally be happy.

Her hell portals watched him, the air he breathed. He very much so was there, so her imagining him was impossible. His paws shuffled and she grew worried she had said something wrong. ”I…I am not sure what I can do to help. This is not something I am used to…engaging in. As for commitment, I am not ready for any sorts of commitment myself. Assuming our thoughts have come to the same conclusion.” He began to close the space between them and her heart raced. His plume wrapped around hers and she smiled, tangling hers into his as well. She smiled as he inhaled her scent, her orbs staying wide open for the fear of picturing Morrissey in her mind instead of Ghost.

With a quick nip at his ear she bent herself over, rump facing him as her plume curled above her back so she could expose her dedicates. She looked over her shoulder and gestured for him to come forward. "If it makes you feel any better, I've never been exactly . . . Willing for my past intimate relations. So you'd be the first to have my consent." She said softly, a smile on her sad face that made an oddly beautiful feature as she waited for what he'd do.

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