Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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so deliver me from this
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Posted on February 10, 2013 at 08:24:28 AM by ruvindra

restless: i found your weakness

Leadership. Perhaps the least confusing of the topics running rampant today. Alpha one day and not the next it seems, though if I had truly wanted I very well could have kept the throne of Mirovis, after all I was the one who had taken it from Lucian's paws in the first place. They will be ready, my children, they will be ready for their own turn, once the day comes for them. Even now as I have the pack of Iromar, some things are still similar. I am an alpha once more. If you were to look at who was now assembled, gathered with me, that is where everything becomes so different, much different than Mirovis had been. We're all a bit different now than we were before..it's just a matter of who changed more. Who we can still recognize, and who has become complete strangers. Who has evolved into something better, or who has devolved into something beneath the others. everyone...everyone in this damned place has changed whether they admit to it, or not. The more... special ones I guess you can say were banded with me. The demons that hunt the night, with fangs bared wide to catch you as you freeze in fear at the very sight. What others see as a thread I see as merely more power.

Pain? Physical and mental. What is mental pain to you? To me it's losing children and almost....almost losing my imprint. Losing all one has ever known in some freak disaster nature mother had thrown at us in such a way we all couldn't avoid losing something, and I sear if mother nature was a physical, living, and breathing thing like I am, I would rip her throat out like anyone else who dares to harm us in this way. It doesn't matter in that kind of scenario who deserves what, we weren't meant to have ever hurt that bad.

Family. I would know enough about it. Mine is extended but... they are all mine. Nobody would ever take what's mine and get off with just a mere slap on the paw, and if anyone atually took them, everything would be done to get them back. I watch my children from time to time, whether they realize it or whether they do not. I refuse to let them have anything but the best after all, and indeed that is what they are after, I can see it with those talks they have, by what I can see in their eyes.

Pack. My pack? Why do you ask? My pack is different than the rest. We don't have your scavengers or angels or refugees, we don't have your dragon princes or ever watching assassins, we have what everyone else seems to fear and discriminate. The nightmares of others still lingering and prowling amongst the lands of the waked and living, just waiting to strike like a serpent in the shallows. The lost souls. No longer lost.

I'm back in the throne now, and damn if I'm not ready. Ready to step up and show myself to the world I had been biding my time in for so long. So what if there are those who do not approve of those I have collected? It doesn't matter unless they're the ones standing up high on the throne as I was.

Alltooreal here, posting for Sol


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