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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I am transfixed by her, her coat, her color, her scent, her eyes. Her porcelain coat is like white silk beneath my gaze, something silky and velvet soft, something that begs to be touched. The red marks her like blood, my favorite color. I stare at the markings under her eye and lick my lips slowly, wishing I could reach out and taste them. Her eyes are such interesting colors, as astounding as my own two toned eyes. I could drown in them if I look hard enough. They're even more intriguing when they flash at me with barely concealed anger. Testy, testy. She doesn't seem to appreciate me getting so close but I don't care. I crave her contact like nothing else and she will be mine. I'm certain of it. When she snaps at me, I do something unexpected, stepping forward into her jaws, feeling them grasp my cheekbone and rip at the flesh, gashing it like a blade. A low groan escapes my lips, my eyes closing briefly as utter bliss makes my body shudder. When I re-open my eyes, they gleam brightly as if life has just been brought into them for the first time. Even the touch of her teeth is toxic and I want more.

Blood seeps down my cheek now, my tongue running out of my lips to catch a drop, my eyes never once leaving hers. She pulls back but I step forward, keeping her close, not caring if she strikes at me again. I must have her. At her simple response, full of acid and attitude, I grin, flashing fangs of my own in good humor. That could be arranged, pet, but I'd rather you take me to dinner first. I don't want to look too...easy. I tilt my head, watching her, wanting her with every fiber of my being. My skin aches to touch her, my fur tingles, wanting to reach out and mesh with her alabaster fibers. Tell me your name. Another demand, but I must know. I must put a name to the face of this creature that's got my hypnotized.



Daemon_male_three years old_no mate_bound to Sekera_no pack_Fiera x Hyperion



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