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.

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Scamander had always been a little different than the rest of the rainbows. He loved is family and the rest of his kind, but he did not always like being around all of them all the time. It was not uncommon for him to grow uncomfortable, unsure of what to do or say anymore, feeling more and more awkward. It happened more after what had happened to all of them, after they had been stolen away from their parents. He had trouble trusting even more now, except for when he found Vladimir. He had immediately known that the tempest was his personal protector, and he knew it was okay to feel safe around him. But he still was not sure how to feel sometimes when he was around others. And so when he had heard Zawyne’s call and had run to it, finding Losa there as well, he did not realize how many others would come. The darkly pelted male was happy to see that many of the other rainbows were safe as he was, and that other tempests had come to protect them all as well, but there were just too many wolves around him at once. The young male needed some air, and so with a look to the others he quickly went into the trees, needing to have a moment to himself. The male heard paws behind him, and he turned to look, seeing that it was Adara following him. She was related to Vladimir, and she was alone. He could deal with one wolf around him.

What happened next was completely unexpected. There was a sudden wave of emotion over him, and it made the brute pause his emerald green paws in their tracks. Something was wrong, really wrong. Panic washed over him as he circled around, his mismatched orbs scanning the area to try and figure out what it was that he was feeling. His small stilts then began to run, he had no idea where he was going or why but there was something driving him in a certain direction. And he was scared to see what it was that was driving him this way. Whatever it was, he knew that it was bad. The rainbow caught site of Losa again, and his paws went to go to her, before he was stopped in his tracks. The thick scent of blood and death reached him, and he gagged on it. Fear filled green and purple orbs took in the scene, trying to piece together what had happened. There was one dead wolf on the ground, blood pooling around his form. And then there was another wolf, one from the meeting before he had left, with Vera on his back. He was not a tempest, so why did he have Vera as if he was protecting her? As his eyes took it in more, he saw that she was dead. There was no other way to explain the way her small form was draped over the brute’s large frame. Did he kill her? Did the other wolf on the ground do it? What had happened here?

The fear and pain of loss did not leave Scamander, and he was afraid that the feelings would overwhelm him. A whimper escaped the small brute, and he forced himself to move again. He went to Losa, needing to both comfort her and be comforted. He knew now why he felt what he did in the woods. All of the rainbows would feel Vera’s death. And they would all need to be there for each other to get through it. Once he reached her, his smaller form leaned against Losa’s lighter colored tilts. A tear escaped his purple hued eye as he couldn’t take his gaze away from Vera and the brute that had her. The large male didn’t seem to have much of an explanation either, but her heard the word killer. The other wolf on the ground was the one that had done this to Vera. How could this have happened to her? Where was her guardian? Weren’t the tempests here to make sure these things didn’t happen? So why did it have to happen to Vera? Scamander had so many questions, and no way to get answers. He couldn’t make his voice work, all he could do was stare in horror and stay by Losa. He was safer if he was next to her at least. At least he wasn’t entirely alone with her here too. Another whimper escaped his throat as he looked up to the older femme. Did she have answers for him? Would the others be coming as well, or were they too upset at the moment? A part of him wanted to only be with fellow rainbows, but another part of him wanted Vladimir to be here. Surely his own tempest would protect this sort of thing from happening to him, but would the rest of the rainbows be safe, especially those who had not yet found their guardian? All he could now was stay with Losa and hope that everyone else was still safe.

Picture credit to the incredibly talented Pompeii!


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