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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the hunter
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Posted on February 8, 2013 at 03:19:46 PM by amorak


It was refreshing to have finally met somebody that's mind ticked and twirled as much as his did; he liked the familiarity of it, but the difference all the same. In Trenus, he'd never quite felt like he belonged; maybe he'd just been too antisocial or entered on the wrong terms... whatever it was, he'd always felt like the sore thumb. The others knew of healing and diplomacy and all he knew? He knew to hunt and to fight. Hell, he didn't even know how to raise puppies which was, well, a massive downfall when Trenus produced the most of them each and every spring. He still remembered the time he had not only destroyed Brooke's herbs and strange plant stash - but he'd encountered some half-dead female trying to get her and her children mauled by a bear. He'd had to help her but... there was just something different about him. Something he didn't feel was Trenus enough for the plateau. They were all so noble and he was just some scoundrel that had left home to get away from responsibility. Maybe he still was after it all, huh.

"Keeping busy, huh? So that's your secret? I think I'll have to give that one a try this time around," he jested, throwing in a playful wink before settling back into himself.

He'd always been a bit of a nervous wreck when it came to socializing - a fear of failure and rejection and all that never really helped with it. It's like the words formed correctly in his mind but his mouth just kind of... fell apart whenever he tried to speak. He'd always been afraid of making others nervous, or letting onto the fact that they made him a little nervous - not even by their own fault. It's just how he was. Maybe his heart was a loner but the rest of him was... not so much? Maybe he'd take Engima's lead and simply wing it in the wild - alone - but at least it would be an adventure. Time along to consider options... soul search... that kind of business.

"There is always help - at least I would like to hope so. Even for us free landers, you know? I used to help them whenever I could," he considered at her comment, his head tilted in thought a light 'hm' buzzing beneath his breath momentarily, "Let's just hope there are others like that, huh?"

It was a good thought, one that tugged the corners of his lips up into a hopeful grin. He would have liked to imagine that the generation below them had been raised by true Moladion wolves - wolves of unity and mutual respect. They'd be a helpful lot if he had it his way; they'd be like Brooke or Tenshi, or even like Enigma now that he thought about it. It seemed she was as lost as he, though, when it came to packs at least and even through his smile, he nodded in solemn agreement. Inspiration - huh, it made sense in a way. He'd not felt a real pull to any pack in particular and well, nothing had happened to even fuel his desire to return to one. If he got involved with politics and all that again... well, he'd probably just end up with more scars. As far as the scattered packs? Maybe it was for the best. Without all the past alliances and all that.. it was a fresh start. No longer was there a stigmata of where they came from; they could be fresh. They could be anybody they wanted to be. He did not have to be Amorak of Trenus - he could just, finally, be Amorak. Himself.

"You know, now that you mention it... I think I'm waiting for something to happen to," he nodded slowly, his gaze drifting once more as he thought for some moments in silence before twisting back slightly to face her, "I'm sure it'll happen soon, though. But until then, I think I would like to meet this Cobryn you speak of. Maybe we could look out for each other - we don't always have to look out over our own shoulders."

It was moments like that, that he detested his ability to speak. Almost instantly, his ears flattened back and his muzzle lowered in silent shame - tail thumping limply in an apology as he stuttered for a moment.

"My apologies... I did not mean to be so... imposing," he spoke sheepishly, his gaze remaining fixated upon his paws and ears laid back. Damn his mouth and damn him for never learning to control it.


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