Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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how am I still alive?
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Posted on January 30, 2013 at 05:46:48 PM by Paldor



Paldor did not have the same strong magnetism to others as this young female does, it seems something has diverted her attention to the waters edge and with a surprisingly comical leap of faith she dives into the waters near him. He doesn't find it commical, sadly he doesn't know how to laugh, not any more. Some day perhaps someone will re-teach him such things, but for now he just stares into the waters unfazed by her sudden appearence and the millions of water droplets that shower down around him and sprinkle his coat with tiny jewel like creations that only seems to give him an even more attention seeking look it appeares.

Slowly, ever so slowly he looks up at her as she looks at him, wiggling with the happiness he pines to forget, it turns his insides into sour apples and rancid honey. Not something good that's for sure. He hates happiness and this girl is so caked in it, if the stuff had an appearence he bet she'd be covered in sparkles and rainbows just like he is covered in mud and blood. A huff leaves his lips as her mouth seems to be locked in an open position. "You better close that before you start catching flies" he grumbles to her as he looks back down into the water and tries to find another fish that he could flick up onto shore and ingest to fill his slightly grumbling stomach.

It speaks, well... she speaks, Paldor's eye brow raises slightly as she says his eyes are pretty, soon they roll with an annoyed appearence as she continues to ramble on. "Yes, you do." He says without looking up at her, but he notices her dancing and he knows it's that a-typical happy dance that so many wolves seem to do with him. Why did he attract people like this? why did they always come up and try to make him feel... what's that word again? happy? a sudder runs through his pale grungie body as he tears his eyes away from the waters to look at her. "Not unless someone pours acid on your face" he says with a sneer. It's his defence, to be a mean, grumpy sod in the face of a freakish rainbow loving happy freak.... yes, that's what we'll call her. The Happy Freak. "Can I help you with any thing further?" he asks in as calm of a voice as he can manage. Hoping that his off putting nature will cause her to leave, but he doubts it. Little Miss Happy Freak probably will want to make him happy, and in turn will only make him more sour. Good lord, the world is about to explode once again.

"talks like this"


arctic wolf | male | six | story teller | no mate | no bond | no pack

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