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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War Wolf
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I know what he was trying to do. A joke about my size and weight, but it’s hardly an offense. He was trying me out. But I am hardly angry at anyone for just a joke, some attempt to make my running ridiculous. It doesn’t mean anything. And in this language, the insults doesn’t sound… Offensive. Then I asked him… Does he usually watch other wolves around? He spoke, not quite understanding what I meant with my little question. Perhaps I will never be good with this language. Well, I understand most of what other wolves say. The problem is speaking it.

- I never will be good running. - I shook my head.

A yawn breaking through his maw as he relaxed I allowed my own form to relax. Not that I was tense, but just relaxing even more. He spoke once again, asking my name and also many things more… I listened to everything closely. He asked why I was out alone. Apparently my pack-mates travel in little herds. I have no idea why, they are obviously cautious. And then, he told me his name… But… I don’t think that is actually his name. Well, whatever…

- I have to run all mornings, and I do alone. And I not know why my pack mates not walk alone

I hardly invite anyone to come with me and watch me training, mainly because I know there is not much to see. I don’t need anyone’s protection. All wolves who tried to attack me, every single one of them were killed, or badly wounded. They found out that my skin is hard to tear.

- I am Amissus Anima - I paused - Why? I should afraid you?

I asked gently. No threat, no bad intention in my voice, I’m just curious for now.

- I am new in Iromar… Just arrived from very far… - I let him know - there is war between our packs!?... Why?

Before I can jump to killing others, I have to know why there is this conflict between our packs, I need a reason to kill. This gives me more strength and actually gives me a reason to keep going. Fight a war that’s not mine wasn’t on the terms when I joined the pack, but I really enjoy it!

The sun slowly make it’s way down to hide behind the horizon in a few minutes. Breeze caressing my rough pelt. For a moment it reminds me of my daughter, Zen. She was so worried about her pelt, she would always keep it perfectly clean and smooth. It had a especial gleam to it! It was so beautiful. That’s how she got her name. The dark side of light! My little princess! She would make a great queen, but she preferred to follow that disgrace that is my son. A shame to my blood, I should have killed him when I had the chance, in the training fields. Well… There is no need to think about that anymore. I pushed the thought away and concentrated in the ivory wolf in front of me.

Iromar | 42in\230lbs | Mateless

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