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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the golden child
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Posted on March 9, 2013 at 04:36:32 AM by E L R I C



He was not afraid to return - he was excited, overjoyed by the prospect of it all. The land he had once known had been obliterated but he had been so young and he had not seen the old landscapes; Japeras Lake, Amaia Creek - they were just words, names, things said by those around him. The great red land he had been born into was long gone, yes, but that did not mean the end for him. Friends, family and the souls he did not know - he had grieved for them all but he had survived for a reason. For what reason? Well, he was not so sure but he had faith. There was reason for his survival - a survival he hardly recalled. Somebody, or something, had dragged him from his den and pulled him through the fire and smoke; it had incited a spirit within him that could not be extinguished. There was a reason for everything - there was a reason he had been separated from his family, he just didn't know it yet.

He knew not of his sister's exploits; her attacks on his two brothers or his brother's twisted, cruel games that he played. He knew not of the way his mother had become a deranged woman - not of how his father had disgraced himself once more. No, he knew nothing and for that alone, he had remained optimistic and proud for his two years away. Nomads had taken him on board and taught him all he knew - in time, he had become a handsome boy, refined and utterly graceful. His pelt grew thick and long over his scars, his ribs slowly becoming hidden under a layer of muscle and fat. He became more than just the boy who had survived - he became Elric, the King To Be; Elric, the Heir to Mirovis, a Kingdom lost. For almost three years he had wandered and now he had returned, disbanded from his nomadic lifestyle to once more join the world that he had left behind - a world changed but not so different to the one he had been used to. It still smelt of the coming winter and of so many wolves; it was like a breath of fresh air as he inhaled deep. Elric had returned - he had come home.

His first few days of venturing were slowed by his desire to explore, his desire to rediscover the lands - he found creeks, lakes and all sorts of stone kingdoms. Packs, too, spread out over the landscape but there had been one place that he had grown to consider his home; a crater in the far east. A large ridge of tall grass that spread for what seemed like forever; few trees made suitable shelter for him at night. It was sparse enough that he could watch the stars that had kept him company for so long and the river's soft hymn eased him to sleep; at nights, he could almost smell the burning landscape or so he thought. The memories of such a place were few and far between but they still remained - there had been something else there so long ago, a different lake or a different ridge. But it seemed so obsolete as he lay beneath his favorite tree, dusk fast approaching and casting shades of red and purple over the river; he lay content, his features broad with a grin as his fox-like tail coiled around him.

He had not grown so tall or broad as some others but he held his own; his pelt radiated under the fading light, his two ears a vivid shade of tan-golden. He had taken his mother's beauty with smooth, handsome features but his body resembled his father; short, slightly stocky though he weighed much less than others believed. The joys of a deceivingly long and thick pelt; a chuckle rose in his throat as he twisted his neck to smooth down a patch of rogue-ish fur that stuck out awkwardly over his shoulder. Just like memories of the world long gone, company was few and far between. The nomads had not followed him and he had never really formed tangible relationships in the past - he had nobody to call upon.

Instead, he would remain in company of his favorite stars.




So sorry for its awfulness guys! Haven't had time to wrangle him in XD

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