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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DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
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Posted on February 8, 2013 at 05:00:04 AM by THE ORIGINAL FANTASTIC FOUR



There is just something about the original Four that was very much unchanged. Wild and roving before, wild and roving now -- there was only a shift in their formation to tell an onlooker that the world was not as it once had been. Well that and the fact that they stood in a giant ass crater.

Neirin is running, stride stretched long a hard as they come barreling into the crater all a-purpose, with Seamus keeping easy stride and hardly seeming spent by their galloping speed. Ifrit is lagging, his own energy best geared for strength rather than speed, but his loud cheering, raucous and so incredibly male about their joining the people below. Fenrir, for once, is visible. Visible and strangely less than diseased in appearance. He had found Doe. He had found his one love, his ever-loved. His only love.

He even throws up a howl as the other three do.

They howl as they come barreling down upon the mass warrens. The thundering of paws spooks an exodus of rabbit kits and mothers from their hidey-holes and the three create their arrow formation with streamlined precision. They branch out as they near the little creatures and make a speedy work of several kits and little rabbits before noticing the single female who was most distraught over their being hunted.

Neirin snarls an order to his men and they halt in their tracks, Ifrit snapping his jaws on the head of one buck rabbit moments after the order -- always the image of petulance. Neirin shifts his weight to angle at the red male in a most threatening manner - truly promising violence should more insubordination occur.

“Miss. You are not happy? What has you so very troubled? Do you not want the bounty our Moon-Mother has given us?” It is true curiosity, true concern in his dark voice.

But of course Ifrit only remains quiet to keep Neirin preoccupied on the female and not with the sudden rage that had faced him down moments ago. Seamus, ever darling and sweet, approaches with a low slung tail wagging - too intelligent eyes sharp even in their kindness. “We did not mean harm, if these held some dearness, truly we didn’t.” but the words from this male are far more strange with the blood at his mouth and the almost clinical evaluation his eyes held.




SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN
the first children of the original moladion packs

of trenus - of scotavia - of solevion - of ferrine

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