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.

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☁Her bone structure screams “Touch her Touch Her” and she’s got the curse of curves.☁

She looked up at him when he started speaking to her, her emerald eyes trained in on his, in her mouth her comb stayed. The femme was one to sometimes throw caution to the wind and stood once more. Gently turning her head and placing the comb back in her coat before looking back at him. “I will show you what I know, if you give me a safe place to stay.” She said before walking over to him and gently reaching the comb back out from her coat and scooting close to him. Without hesitation she began to run the comb through his coat. “Back on my island we would brush each others coats as a sign of good faith.”

She winced slightly as she continued to groom him, her stomach tightening around her little pups. It’s not time to come yet little ones. She thought to herself as she placed the comb back into her fur. She looked at him, still sitting on her rump and smiled. “There is no snow in my homeland, but as you can see I’m quite fluffed so I do believe I will survive.” She smirked at him and gently smiled. She didn’t physically touch him, but her comb did. She’s a sneaky one, though just as she stood, her stomach clinched completely and she howled out in pain before laying down and panting slightly.



☁You’re making something out of nothing, and jealousy is the cousin, cousin of greed.☁

♍ Temptress ♍ No home ♍ No Mate ♍ Lone Wolf ♍ 232 words ♍



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