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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came out swinging
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Posted on March 12, 2013 at 07:09:08 AM by malina

but I won't let this world wipe me out


Tension crackled between the two like the very fires they had both endured; both stood at the ready, their bodies taut and rigged with anticipation. Honestly, she was less than an inch from throwing her weight forward and risking her chances of catching some damn disease just to get this fake to reveal who she truly was. It was too much to comprehend that after three years, Malina's Queen may have very well have survived; how could Heyel not know? They were mates - that had to count for something and yet she had not lied. The Angel King had not quite been the same since the sky fall - if Zeivah had been alive, he would have had hope. She spoke though, her words ringing with the sound of both pain and anger. It had not been the words that mattered but something else - the raw emotion behind them, emotions that even Malina knew could not be faked.

She remained silent, relaxing her body and remaining in her safe distance; her eyes did not leave the other though, fixating on the parts of her that seemed familiar. There had to be some kind of ... falseness to her markings, some kind of proof that the marks had been stained, or that they were not quite right. Everything seemed familiar though - the peppering of black, the various shades present in her eye colour. Now usually Malina would not admit she was wrong but in this case... well, it seemed pretty important to admit it. Even if she doubted it in some far off part of her, it could not be denied: Zeivah stood now before her, alive though a little disheveled. She sighed heavily, taking a tentative step forward and trying her hardest to make her features more... warm, welcoming, whatever.

"Smell my pelt if you must; it holds proof that your family is well and truly alive. Isola stands as the Queen of Diveen; Azrael, Heyel, Seraphiel - all within Diveen," she began, trying to allow a smile to find its way over her features, "Calista and Ameraterasu live within Spirane beneath the rule of Moonglow of Solevion. Aaliyah, too, lives on."

She looked... hopeful, Zeivah did, standing there with a posture much like a fighter. How would she take the information? Malina had not lost anybody during the fires - not anybody she particularly cared for - but nonetheless... imagining them rising from the dead was kind a struggle. Come on Mal, have some sympathy! Honestly, she tried but it was hard - instead, she took another step forward, offering her shoulder. If Zeivah wanted to cry and wail and do whatever it was overjoyed or overwhelmed wolves did, then Malina would be her literal shoulder to do so on.

"How did you survive? Where have you been? Do you wish to go to Diveen?" she stream of questions was hardly controlled, a flood that forced its way out of Malina's mouth as her head tilted side to side in query, "You must forgive me for my previous actions and so many questions. We have imagined you gone for a long time. It is strange to see one again after so long."
malina
female / four / no mate / no imprint / brooke x amorak


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