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 Forest’s 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.


I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good


Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The actions that were beginning between the two vargs was nothing new to Padfoot, he had been with his fair share of femmes. It was part of what gave him his normal cocky attitude but this time was a little different. The brute was never one for commitment or relationships, but went from varg to varg, flirtation to flirtation. Often times his actions bothered the females he slept with, and they shoved him away. But there was also plenty of times when he would leave on his own. Most females bored him after a time, they were all the same and never kept his interest. He had found the occasional varg here and there that caught his interest and made him consider sticking around, but it was not common. With Ociana it was different than normal. Not different in the sense that he was falling for her, but different in the sense that there were more emotions involved than normal. She was mourning and needed something to make her feel better. Padfoot was able to do that at least, and took things slower than he normally would, but it seemed more appropriate for tonight. To treat her as if he did love her, as if they were mates and in love. Faking that was easy enough for him. He could somewhat imagine what she was going through. His brother had died when they were younger, but they had not been terribly close and he had not been as upset as Ociana was. But he had lost his best friends, and they were more like brothers than his birth brother had ever been. He never thought he would be able to function after he had lost them, but he had made it through somehow. And if he could ease what Ociana was going through, then he would. Besides, it was not like he would not enjoy himself as well.

The pair intertwined their pelts and plumes together; licks, nips and moans escaping from them as they began to explore each other in the most intimate ways. When the pair had reached their climax, the brute lowered himself but the pair remained tied for the time being. His breath came in sharp pants as he caught his breath from their excursions. The brute kept them close and he felt Ociana lean into him, a smile on her features. His tongue reached out to caress her as Padfoot spoke up, hoping that this had been what it was that she was looking for. "That I did." After a few moments tied together, the male relaxed enough to let them separate. He wasn’t sure if he should stick around or if he should stay with her. He didn’t want her to go back to being as sad as she had been when he found her, but he also was not the type to stick around for too long. Once more he could hear the voice of reason, really the voice of old friend who had always been the kindest in their group, in his head telling him to stick around, at least for the moment. Besides, Padfoot was tired after their actions, and he could use a nap. His grey orbs locked on hers, gauging what was best and what it was that she would want. She had asked him to treat her like a lover for the night, and so he wrapped around her, his ventrum encircling her dorsum as he licked at her nape again. With a sigh, he laid his head upon her neck, letting his eyes drift closed as he nodded off. When he awoke later, he would say his goodbyes and part ways with her, assuming he would never see her again, as was his customary ways.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, figured this would be my last post with him here and then next season we can start birthing thread =)

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3


【Padfoot – Soldier – Chained by None – Violet】

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