When solid ground grows soft with emerald moss and rivulets of black mud, and coffee-colored water pours slowly around the trunks of densely carpeted trees, this marks the beginning of Laod Mor: the swamp of Blossom Forest. Time itself seems to slow to a soporific crawl . . . the humid jungle air grows stagnant, thick with the scent of rich flooded earth and an abundance of green things that can be found nowhere else—except perhaps Caidir Olc. In some areas of the swamp, water rises so high the only way to cross it is to crawl across fallen logs or massive roots arching from their liquid beds; in other places a wolf might wade easily through the mire—or find a fortunate stretch of mostly dry earth. Pieces of the great river, Glaesfaet Sceawere, also slice through from time to time: small falls that feed into surprisingly clear pools, only to terminate into tar-like pits. Of course, Laod Mor’s beauty shines brightest at night. Here, fireflies gather at all times of the year . . . suffusing the shadowy place with millions of twinkling lights.

Those looking to hunt here of course find a myriad of water prey, including caiman, turtles, fish, crayfish, otters, and toads.


just a slave unto the night

This was a strange place for any wolf to travel into willingly and Harlow thought it would be far more likely to be a destination only suited for the desperate or the morbidly curious. He was the latter, of course... having no true other reason to be there. He supposed that this would be a good location to retreat to in the event of trying to shake a pursuer or hide from another wolf if one needed to, though he himself doubted that he would ever find himself in such a predicament. It was dark and dank enough place to deter many, of that he was sure, more sure than most just judging by the scarcity of scents traveling to or from the boggy areas. That was the main thing that had drawn him here - his keen nose and that ever nagging curiosity. The wolf thought it was strange that there should be any scent trails of other wolves there at all, for what did the swamp really have to offer?

That had been the spark to ignite the intrigue which brought him into the depths of Laod Mor. He treaded lightly, learning quickly of the uncertain footing further in when earth that he thought initially to be solid had given way, offering no more resistance than light, freshly fallen snow beneath his paws. There were many numerous other places where this was the case as the black phase male traveled onward with more care of his footing, doing his best to avoid the places where the murky waters reached any higher than his forearms and not lingering there any longer than absolutely necessary. Instinct made him naturally wary of what might lurk beneath the water's surface even though he never actually saw any other creatures asides from a handful of frogs and turtles; there was an occasion he glimpsed a ripple in the water, too large to be a fish he thought, though he never actually saw the creature to make it.

Harlow had not traveled much farther into the swamp before a familiar scent reached his nose - it was faint, almost completely overpowered by the heavy aromas of earth and murk, but the raw scent of blood and flesh was unmistakable. A slight rumble in his gut reminded the charcoal hued male that it had been long enough since his last meal for him to be a bit hungry again. Interested to see if there was anything appetizing left behind, Harlow followed the smell of the kill, again finding himself wading through a few more shallow channels before the scent of another wolf froze him in his tracks. Though in the array of other stronger scents, Harlow had failed to realize how close he had unintentionally walked up on the stranger, a younger and gray colored male, until his saffron eyes met with the strikingly pale eyes of the other. Harlow tensed instinctively, hackles bristling in surprise, muscles tensing in his frame in preparation for whatever may be necessary from an unfamiliar wolf who might react aggressively for being intruded upon. After a moment's hesitation, what felt instead like several minutes, the male eased his posture slightly but never once dropped his eyes from focusing on the younger male. "Sorry." The moment of hesitation had given Harlow the opportunity to realize that he was truly the one at fault here and had made a rare and foolish mistake for himself. It flustered him that he had done it, and so when he spoke again, matter-of-factly, it was gruffer tone than his initial apology. "I didn't realize you were there."

Graes Waegholm Beta – Mated to none – Adult

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