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.


The Final Option

A beast and a fairy. That's exactly how the pair must have looked from outside eyes. His massive black form adorned with her own, tiny rainbow one. He hadn't decided yet if the situation was comical or beautiful.
They had spent what seemed like ages searching the new lands for her fellow rainbow beings. Days of trudging through the various landscapes only to turn up empty handed each time. Néphe took the time to ensure Vera's safety and health every step of the way. He had treated her wounded paws and fed her when they had first encountered each other. She was getting a bit better but still too tattered from her ordeal to tackle the lands on her own. He loyally persisted and continued to carry her upon his broad, damaged back instead. Though he was helping outwardly, his mind was raging with inner turmoil. This was not Néphelim. To love is to Destroy, he lives by that motto, it is his law. Helping small creatures was not part of this law. Helping was a sign of caring, caring is a sign of love, love is weakness and love destroys.

As he walked now along a river they had found he glanced back to the delicate fae. Her frame was beautiful and fragile, her eyes sparkled with kindness and hope. He smiled slightly, admiring her strength. The moment was brief however and he quickly wiped his smile away, returning to his stoic preset. You've gone completely batshit he thought to himself. This isn't you, one of you is going to get hurt or worse, better to leave her to fend for herself. The beast let out a heavy sigh as he looked up through the tree tops. The sun blinked through gaps in the thick leaves and a small sparrow flew through one, casting a fleeting shadow on the ground. It's song rung out through the woods. You're making a mistake Néph, this will not end well he furrowed his brow in frustration. His father would be livid if he saw what had become of his demonic son. He would have killed Vera just to teach him a lesson..... again. Chills ran down his spine at the thought of facing his father again. His scars burned at the simple idea. Never again.

He must have gotten lost in his mind for suddenly there was a shift on his back. The weight of the fae's delicate bodice had become somewhat familiar, comforting, to him on their journey. So when she was suddenly on her tiptoes yipping and yelling about something he was faced with utter confusion. Before he could get even a word out she was scrambling down his side and off to the races.

"What in sam's hell?!"

He proclaimed as he watched her wobble away.

"Vera wait!! Damnit Vera, who's here??! How do you know!??! You're gonna get hurt!"

But his protests fell on the ears of the sparrow above. He took off after her, shaking his head at his predicament. He caught up to her in fewer strides than he had anticipated and nearly slid into the little one when she came to a stop. He remained motionless as he looked up to meet the eyes of four other raindow creatures and.... crap... the creepiest blue eyes he had ever seen. Were these the tempests she had spoken of? He stared open mawed at the group as his Vera embraced her family. It wasn't until her small frame backed into his massively thick limb that he shook off the cobwebs and cleared his throat.

"Ahem... right... well.... them... them as in your family... and the ummm those guys... *ahem*... Well.. I suppose I should leave you to it then..."

Caught completely off guard he was lost for words. The enormous beast was not used to being soft and exposed as he was now. He was a wolf of shadows and demons. His hackles raised and he held his breath, unsure of how the other brutes would respond to his presence. His body remained rigid, paws splayed in the damp earth.

Somewhere in the night a quiet professional is waiting.
He does not care that he is tired.
That his hardened body is sleep deprived.
He is unbroken and vigilant in his task.
Somewhere this warrior is the final tripwire.
Somewhere this weapon of war will not ask nor give quarter.
He is..... The final option
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