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.



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It was a vicious disease that consumed the monochrome beast. A violent craving that always haunted him, and forever would – a thirst for another varg’s cries of pain, their pathetic pleas as he taunted them, humiliated them. Occasionally even ripped them to shreds. He especially took a liking to femmes. How desperate most were . . . and how easily they fell for his striking appearance. He was usually more planned and precise; always calculating his actions beforehand to make for the perfect performance. He would make his unsuspecting victims swoon over him. Promise them each love. Affection. Eternal happiness. And then he would crush them. In the worst imaginable way possible. Xarxes damaged them mentally and physically. Breaking their pitiful hearts just the same as their delicate bodies. He’d take what he wanted from them all. And afterwards? He would not feel a damn thing.

His arrival in Blossom promised change with it, however. And the devil had done so well restraining himself in the beginning. A dedication to a new Queen made this task even easier for him. For the very first time, Xarxes had sympathized with another being. He felt sorry for Motionless, the Alphess to what was previously Malignant Felicity, and for the actions of her prior mate. Her past followed her much like a ghost. It haunted her. So Motionless had but one option. Destroy it. And that is exactly what his phantom Queen did. She killed her mate. A retribution for all the pain and suffering that he had caused her. And that began to make Xarxes think – was he not the same as the decaying carcass that lie before him? They were two monsters of the same breed. And for once in his life, Xarxes was able to witness the impact that actions like his would have on the sufferer. It was excruciating for him to conceal his hunger for so long, so when Motionless’ presence had grown dull, and Perdere’s presence became known . . . Xarxes could no longer fight the urge. His mind raged against his body and morals, and he immediately embraced his previous habits.

Which is how he ended up soaked with the oh-so-familiar stench of rich and deadly crimson. It coated his snow-kissed appendages and slicked down his obsidian robes – although none of it belonged to him. Instead, it was a result of a bonding experience with his new acquaintance. Xarxes and Perdere’s very first slaughter, which would be the first of many. It was a subtle disappointment for the monochrome beast, for it seemed like he had chosen a poor vixen with hardly a voice at all. Instead of screams and high-pitched screeches for help, this red femme’s pleas fell in a low and broken whisper, of which was barely a phrase at all. So, although she bled and squirmed beneath his massive weight, he was not satisfied. Perdere and him separated for the time and Xarxes began his search for the next unsuspecting vixen.

He had found himself in the heart of the trees, shielded from the light of the sun and the elements of the day, and that is when he saw . . . her? It was a small femme, and a rather attractive one, at that. But she was covered in . . . feathers?! He stood some distance away, sheltered from her gaze by the thick trunk of a tree. Hues of warm chocolate survey her, regarding her appearance and specifically examining the feathers that adorned her delicate silhouette. He had never seen a creature like her. Xarxes heard of the magic that coursed through the lands. Hell, his entire pack was run by vampires. But he had never heard any rumors of a being like her. He had to take a closer look, to see for himself that his eyes where not betraying him . . . he had to touch her. More importantly, he had to have her.

He was quiet in his approach, careful to avoid any twigs or leaves that stood in his path to her. She was turned with her feathered back towards him, and she was visibly unnerved about something. His massive frame maneuvered forward, closer and closer, until finally, he was within reach of her. It was only then that the multi-hued miss acknowledged the sudden presence and her beautiful face snapped forward to look into his own. A devilish grin caressed his kissers, and in one swift motion, Xarxes’ large silhouette was on top of Anastasia’s, with his heavy paws pinning her to the damp earth. “Hello, my darling,” the rich venom leaked from his maw. Peering into her stormy hues, the monochrome devil could sense her fear, and all it managed to do was to turn him on even more. In these initial moments, she began to curse him, her slender body beginning to pathetically and uselessly writhe beneath his heavy weight. He knew it was all to no avail. But he’d let her believe that it was, regardless. Her hope for freedom would keep her fight going just long enough for him to finish.

As her daggers threatened his flesh, the demon took her. Violently and painfully. Her body tried to reject him, to remove this foreign threat from her precious tunnels. A heavy slam of his paw on her delicate chest cavity rid her, suddenly, of her breath and limited her little movement. And it was then that she knew the fight was over. Instead of her pitiful attempts at attacking him, she instead whimpered and whined beneath him. It all aided in Xarxes’ pleasure, and the monochrome devil began to pick up his pace with each desperate plea. He was almost there, at his peak, when a small paw swiped at his façade. Long talons caught his handsome face, shredding at his flesh and causing the familiar crimson to spill along his maw. Rage instantly swelled in his broad chest, and he slammed violently into the vixen, causing her to cry out desperately in discomfort. Meanwhile his large jaws went immediately for her slim throat, coming down on the flesh and twisting powerfully with a fatal snap. Xarxes finished with Anastasia as she took her last breath, a soft gurgling escaping her throat as he pushed away from her unresponsive body. One last look, and he turned to leave the forestry. To return to Caidir Olc and leave the warrioress to rot.

And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue,
You've still got Hell to look forward to,

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