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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Posted on February 7, 2013 at 02:58:53 AM by T E S S E R A C T



Oh, of course he had hardly expected a warm welcome from his previous pack mate. For some time, rumors of his mother had drifted about and undoubtedly, they fell upon him too. Not so surprisingly, truthfully, when he considered the mental capabilities of the few he remembered from Old Moladion as they called it. It seemed logical deduction had completely and utterly escaped even the most well bred of wolves. Yes, he could not deny that his mother now drifted in a see of paranoia and slipped all too often into insanity but before the star had fallen, she had not been as such; she had been a Queenly wolf - graceful, elegant and cunning all the same. It had been that wolf that he had been born of and raised by - they seemed to forget.

He had not expected, however, the sudden approach of the larger male and the abrupt shove - a shove that caused the most subtle growl to rumble beneath his breath. Though he understood the disrespectful nature of it, he simply composed himself as fast as possible and steadied himself; the grin never left his face. With the rumors of his mother came the expectations - as boring as they were; surely he would be as quick to anger, as easy to cause panic within. Honestly, it got boring and apparently it was true however that the Angel Blood ran thick with arrogance and, well, would he go as far as saying ignorance?

"How are you finding being a servant of royalty, may I ask now that you bring it up? At least you've grown," a brow raised expectantly - daringly - before he leaned in just an inch closer as if to inspect the male, "though it seems your mind must have stopped growing some time before the disaster as they call it. In your profession, one would assume you would have some kind of logic skills - investigatory if you will - yet you stand implying I have committed a crime without evidence nor motive. For that reason alone, I think I shall be staying."

He waited then, ever the patient one, though the easy grin and relentless kindness of his features never once left his features. He was fast learning all he needed to know of Azrael and soon enough, he would hold no true interest in the male; he was a fleeting thought, a mere stop over on a much more exciting venture ahead of him. The girl, on the other hand, provided a much more consistent flow of interest - she was feisty, young and full of a certain spark. He had already decided he would keep a close eye on the girl both during and proceeding their encounter; perhaps he would get lucky enough to consider her an ally and offer her a den within Iromar. His mother may have been failing as a respectable and diplomatic leader but he? He had plans, and he would need all the help he could get to truly implement it. What was a pack without balance? If he chased the demons from Iromars doorstep, he would be left with a sedentary pack; if he did not invite wolves like this young girl - young, full of potential and, well, not nearly as cannibalistic as his mother's choice in companions - he would be left with a cess pool.

An invigorating thought, the future was, but one he had to toss aside as the spitfire's voice piped up. A casual chuckle thrummed in his chest, his head slowly shaking from side to side as his gaze slid between the duo again. It seemed charisma had all but eluded the poor son of Heyel and as difficult as it were to keep the negative assumptions away, he was finding himself less and less inclined to consider Azrael worth his time. Perhaps Tesseract was not considered royal blood in the grand scheme of things but even a loner from the very bottom of the barrel could tell when another was not worth the time of day. With any luck, the younger girl was able to identify such a wolf too and would soon be just as disinterested in the boys antics as he was fast becoming. He'd never been the most social cub but through the years, he had at least learnt that being a, well, jerk was in no way a good method of making friends. Perhaps that was why they had chosen the kind and gentle Isola to take Diveen? It made sense, after all.

"Khaleesi, was it? I am Tesseract of Iromar - pack of the mists," he bowed his head again, his body subtly twisting and gaze fixating upon her, "It's a pleasure to meet you - it's been some time since I've seen a girl with so much fire within her."



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