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.


Lost in the Echo

Test My Will, Test My Heart


Grief was something that had not been a big part of Adara’s life, and suddenly she was on the verge of being broken by it. She had had an easy life growing up, despite not having her father around. Her mother had been loving and nurturing, and it seemed normal not have a father in her life, so she never felt sad about it. Besides she had her brother. Her life was fairly uneventful until she found out that she had a second brother, and that he lived in the same lands as her father. It had taken some time, but she now had a good relationship with her brother Aindreas. Her father, Kalgalath, had easily welcomed her into his life, not knowing that he had had pups so there was no way for Adara to blame him for not being in her life before. Everything was good and happy in their lives now that they had all met each other. When her other brother, Rohan, had left Blossom, vowing that he would never return, she had experienced grief for the first time. She was not entirely sure why he had left, he had never really told her or Aindreas, but for whatever reason he was now gone. She sometimes wondered if it was because she had tried so hard to form a bond with Aindreas, and maybe Rohan felt left out, but she could not be sure. And now would never truly know.

Adara had since come to terms with her brother leaving, the bond she had made with Aindreas and her father helping her get through the initial sting of having Rohan leave. But what she was experiencing now was different than anything she had ever encountered. The femme had never been in love before, had never really even had a crush. But then she met Harlow, and something inside her sparked. She knew that he was made for her, the one and only wolf that she could ever truly love. Even though she had only just met the male, she somehow knew that she would not want another wolf. As long as he was around, she felt sane and normal. They were still getting to know each other, and she was trying to gauge if he felt any of the same feelings for her, when something went wrong. It was as if a physical piece of her had been torn away from her being. He was gone. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. And he was never going to come back. The femme had lost the one and only varg that she had ever fallen for, and it felt like she would never recover from the loss. Adara wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out, to be alone for the rest of her life. If she couldn’t be with Harlow what was the point?

Everything was just piling up. Losing Harlow had not been the only loss she had recently suffered. She was still learning what it entailed to be a Tempest, but she knew about the bond that she made with her Arcus Irae. She had already found three vargs that she was Oferweder to, an it was a bond that was unlike any other. The silvery femme had never had pups of her own, but it felt like what she imagined it felt like to be a mother. Her thoughts were always on the rainbows and if they were okay or not. She wished that she could be all of their sides every moment of every day to keep them safe from the world. But that was not possible, and she always felt a part of her soul that was connected to them keeping tabs on them. This connection was what let her know that something was wrong. The first to be affected was Zawyne, who felt grief unlike any other. Rushing to her side, Adara discovered some of the rainbows had gathered to find one of their own dead. Vera’s form was draped along the back of a brute covered by unique scales. It seemed that he had tried to protect her as a Tempest would, even though he was not one himself. Focusing on comforting the young rainbow, the bonded pair then felt a shared grief. Adara had not physically felt Vera’s death, but she felt when Fallon was gone. It hit her as if she had been physically attacked, her chest feeling as if it was going to crush her to death, cutting off her lungs and heart. It was almost like how she felt when Harlow had left, but it was more severe. Fallon had been filled with terror before she had been killed, and Adara had failed her. She had promised to protecet the Arcus Irae, and she had not been there to save her. How was she supposed to go on to protect her other two rainbows when she had let this happen to Fallon? Barely able to process what she was going through, she forced herself to focus on Zawyne who was with her and going through a similar grieving process.

Trying to keep her emotions in check, she felt a third wave of grief swim through Zawyne, but not physically through herself as it had when Fallon had passed. It seemed that they had lost another of their own, and there were little words that she could give to Zawyne to bring her comfort. All Adara could hope for now was that they could all get to Dierne Hrof safely without anything else happening. Luckily they all made it to the pack safely, and Adara tried to let herself relax. There were many Tempests here, herself, Aindreas, Vladimir. They would be able to protect the rainbows from anything that may threaten them. But she needed to figure out where her third…no…second…rainbow had ended up and make sure she was safe. Using the magical connection that they had, she tried to shut out all the others that were grieving and to shut down her own grief and to connect with Ailsa. It seemed that the young pup had wandered off on her own, and once she grew worried it sent out a strong signal to let Adara know where she was. Making sure that Zawyne was safely within the pack, the silver femme went out to find Ailsa.

Keeping herself focused on the connection, it was easy to find the young rainbow. Adara’s unnaturally bright blue orbs found the cotton candy colored femme standing out from the foliage around her. She was clearly distressed about being alone, made even more clear by their connection. She approached the pup, relief swimming over her that she was okay and not in any danger. There seemed to be something slightly different about the pup this time, but Adara could not figure out what. It had been some time since the two had spent some time together, and their bond needed to grow stronger by spending time together. ”Hello little one. Remember me?” She knew that Ailsa would feel the same connection that Adara felt, but it was somewhat different this time, and she wanted to make sure that everything was okay with her after all the loss that they had all recently been forced to undergo. She gave her a warm smile as she approached, crouching down to be at her level as her plume gently wagged behind her.

Picture Credit to Liberty!


**Adara**Female Tempest-Guardian of Fallon, Ailsa, and Zawyne**Brokenhearted Bonded to Harlow**Free Range **Adult **Violet

There have been no replies.

Post a reply:
Password To Edit Post:

Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2000-2018
Our Sites: Wedding address collection  Wedding thank you wording