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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Posted on February 12, 2013 at 03:27:34 PM by ruvindra

restless: i found your weakness

It was the game that draw her in - the chase, the pursuit and the gifts that could be reaped from her lily. It was not so often she encountered one that caught her attention; how long had it been? Seren, perhaps, but even then that had been before the sky falling. He had been the first in so long - those eyes, so distant and captivating, and a pelt muddled and mattered with stories gone. She wished to pluck him from the overgrown tangle of loners and pick each and every petal from him; a mind unexplored was the most bountiful fruit of them all. Loner or not, he would have been plucked out from them all in due time - she had just found him sooner than most. She had cornered him there by the river side, or perhaps it was he who had captured her.

He spoke - simple and distant - and she returned the favor with mere silence, her head twisted to watch him as he turned, too, to face her. Those strange eyes starred out at her, through her even, and she could not help but contort her features into a broad, almost toothy grin. He is right but undoubtedly he already knew such things; at least they could agree on the topic of fools. Of course, she could have easily proclaimed her own family as fools; Angharial who lived a life hunting for a story he'd never star in and Morgis, the gutless wonder who cowered and quivered desperately in their parent's shadows. Fools came in all shapes and sizes; Heyel, the fool who had convinced himself to be heaven sent - even the wolf Moonglow of Spirane who swore she could somehow touch the heavens.

She remained calm, however, ears fluttering forward as she merely watched his unusual display with quaint curiosity. "We have a special kind of fool here," she confirmed, nodding gently before her brow rose up in query - expectant, almost - before she continued, "Though I dare say you'll meet them soon enough."

She chuckled under her breath, light and airy and yet jovial - she knew, in time, the Angels would seek out the distant eyed stranger. They'd sought her out so long ago and she had, pathetically, fallen for their guise; she had been lead to believe them in their claims. Ah, yes, even she had been a fool though she dare not admit such a thing. She had fallen for their skin deep kindness and claims of Angelic birth. Would an Angel kill, though, the innocent? Seek their blood out for the company they kept? She couldn't help but grit her teeth momentarily at the thought, having to catch herself mid-frown to compose her features once more. She found herself focusing then on the feather than fluttered by his ear - if the Angels did not get to him first, than the witch Moonglow would. Spirane had sent a scout much the same to Iromar; young, obsessive and marked by a feather.

"Is a name something you have?" she then inquired, gaze slowly drifting from his little token and back to his eyes; her brows furrowed momentarily though her lips tugged up into a challenging grin. "If you wish not to answer such a thing, I may have another query for you; how is it you navigate so well with eyes that appear so blind? A master of trickery perhaps, or a learned compass?"


I apologise soooo much for not only the wait but the crappiness of this post :(

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