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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He would never know it, but his mother was very different from most others. She encouraged him and his siblings to explore, and to not hold back from anything. Instead of being protective and forcing them to stay with in the confines and safety a the den, she pushed them out the entrance the first day that they could all see and hear. Hers had been a life of trial, conflict, and life lessons, and although she wished to save them from the pain she had had to endure, she wanted them to learn the same lessons that she did. So yes, they would be loved and cared for. But she would not baby them despite the fact that they were babies. She would let them learn and experience from all that they would, and allow each event to shape them into who they were meant to be. But Koios Khur would never realize that this was not the norm - all he knew was the way that it was. The one rule that she had was that they had to let her know where they were going, and when they would be back. It kept Nimueh from worrying too much, and although it was a rather lenient rule, to Koi it still seemed extremely constraining. Still, he accepted it, for he and his siblings all too quickly found out that if they did not follow the few rules that she did set upon them, she would lock them in the den and keep them from their fun and games. Now, most assumed that this meant that the pups spent no time with the family… But he that simply was not true. A lot of the time, the pups chose to forgo their ventures and stayed at home to play games with their mother instead. The stories that she would spin for them were extraordinary and intricate, and were far more full of adventures than anything that any one of them could on their own. She taught them hide and seek, and already had started to teaching them about the ways of the world. So though they were still pups, and young ones at that, they knew all about sex and where babies came from. And they knew about the way of life - it was life and there was death, and one could not continue without the other. She was teaching them how to be independent… But more than that, how to survive, lest anything happen to her. And even there, in the planning process, Nimueh had instructed her that if she were to ever die, they were to go to the pack of Kershov - Uyaraut - and announce to whoever found them that they were the heirs of Kershov. This was not to ensure them thrones in a different pack, but rather to hopefully give them safe haven.

Weeks had passed and Koios Khur had become increasingly brave… But this would be his first overnight adventure. Always had he returned to his mother‘s side to sleep at night, partially for warmth because of the brisk wind that still blew at night in the spring time, and partially for comfort. But now he saw himself as older, and wiser. It didn’t matter that he had survived only one season... he would learn soon enough and realize his own naivety. Thusly, he made plans with his mother - he told her he would be gone overnight, or possibly two. That he would head directly north and would mark his way by scratching a symbol into each tree or soft rock he passed so that he could find his way back easily. But it was also so that if he did not return, she would be able to find him. He could see the worry in her eyes - her brows were furrowrd together, the bottom of her lip tucked in between her teeth, but she said nothing other than to be safe and to have fun. He had not really been expecting for her to agree to it, and was now more excited than ever. But as he stood at the edge of the boundary, he found himself hesitating - something he would never admit to his siblings. None of them had left the pack yet… But it was time, wasn’t it? Little Koi leapt over the boundary like it was a ravine, his body moving like a bunny rabbit when it hopped. Once he landed on the other side in a tumble of paws that were too big for him and limbs that were too short to be graceful, he closed his eyes, expecting some big change… But life was still the same. He slowly opened his left lid and looked about - everything was exactly as he had seen it from the other side… And suddenly his hesitation disappeared. Boundaries were arbitrary, and were only created by the scents upon them. With the sudden sense of freeness, he bound away from his pack, well aware that it was already high noon, and a quarter of his allotted time was gone. Oh, the fun of it all. He pounced on butterflies, and chased after little beatles that scurried away from him. The life here was much different than it had been in his mother‘s pack, and it distracted him. But always did he carve his symbol upon anything he could. His subconscious started to realize that it was getting darker, that he was having more trouble not necessarily seeing the butterfly, but appreciating the vibrant colors as they slowly turn to grayscale. And finally, once the moon was full overhead, he had stumbled into a nook made out of the roots of an old, old tree. The ground beneath him was soft, moist, and lined with moss… And yet he had no words to describe that very plant. He was used to dry, arid conditions, and he found himself amazed by how comfortably he could lay upon it. And it was not long before his fluttering lids ceased to tremble and instead laid still over his pools. Gone where his twin moons, hidden behind the clouds of his eyelids, and now it was his legs turn to tremble, as he continued to chase the butterfly in his dreams… That is, until the next morning when, a sudden sound awoke him…

|| Of Crith-Thalmmhain || Produce of Nimueh, Get of Kershov || No Lover ||
.Koios Khur.
♥dante


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