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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EACH MAN KILLS WHAT HE LOVES
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Posted on February 4, 2013 at 03:09:33 AM by AJAX



Ajax wandered from Glorall without too much hassle. His progress was perhaps a little slower than that of a non-crippled wolf but the muscles that rippled beneath his pelt made up for the slight limp that was evident with every stride. Ajax would of been strong and proud if it had not been for his sister thinking him unclean and breaking his leg. He was not bitter though. He had Bedwyr to thank for his life, and for him healing him as best as he could.

He finally slowed, his single good eye watched the landscape with interest. Never before had he seen so many other wolves gathered and yet there was very little hackles raised and teeth bared. Perhaps this new land had washed away some the malice that seemed to be there. Perhaps he would even make peace with his sister if she survived the blast. That thought was fleeting though as a rabbit wandered in front of him. He sat down in amazement of the sheer audacity the small creature had to wander freely among wolves. It was then that he saw the other rabbits all out at the same place and time. Perhaps they were sick. Still, Ajax couldn't resist the idea of getting his own meal for himself. He was growing weary of Bedwyr babying him. He was no longer a three-legged pup. His front leg still worked, even if the paw was slightly angled in and he maintained a slight limp.

The need to catch his own meal was overwhelming and he gave one last look at the wolves around before he went to get his own rabbit. It wasn't hard. He crept up on one slowly, not using the brash tactics his brethren did. He did not run it down, or pounce. He patiently crept upon it, and then with one swift movement brought his jaws around it and shook hard. The crack came easily, and he did not bother to move from the kill site. Instead he watched the other wolves and then lowered his head to begin to eat.



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