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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= Heaven Help Me =
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Shea Butter? Please Brother.

Had I been able to hear his inner thoughts I surely would have laughed at his jealousy over the utter perfection that I am, well, truly, we are identical, so that perfection is shared in equal by himself, though personally I do enjoy the longer limbs and more powerful form, a gift from Heyel that Letum had been denied and truly, while I would never admit it out loud I am at least mildly pleased to have something over him in that regard. We may share a Mother and technically a Father by way of Letum’s adoption and yet some part of myself, despite generally disliking my sire, enjoyed being able to say that I was true born. Then again, Heyel didn’t seem to notice those things. In his eyes, Letum was some kind of God and always would be, even if not technically his son. Letum went out and warmed his den with any female he chose and that made him a hero. I bring back one girl one time and I’m scorned like the Devil himself. Well…..I suppose if we are to get technical, Letum never got any of his conquests pregnant. Evidently I have once more managed to take after my sire in less favourable ways, apparently inheriting his ability to impregnate anything female. Not that I would take back my sons, not for anything in this world. They are infallible, perfection, utter angelic glory on this earth. My sons. My boys. That’s right, I, Azrael- have created life in the form of two exceptional males, naturally superior to females of course and sure, maybe Andromeda helped a bit, I’d give her that, but it was surely mostly me and though I knew Letum would have no interest in meeting his nephews I hardly cared- he was going to and he was going to adore them, or pretend to for my sake while I bragged over my ability to create my own army.

My Brother chose that moment to comment on my Father’s ability to know everything, violet blue eyes rolling along with his own as I chuckled mildly. Of course, that was only one more point of contention between my Father and myself, only further proof that I would never be as he was, that I would never be able to live up to him like any son should. Hell, for half a moment I was even given to consider Starfall, my own eldest boy. Did he feel the same? When he looked at me, when Guardian looked at me, did they see something they wanted to imitate- something to look up to? I damn well hoped not. They would both be greater then I am. Maybe that was Andromeda’s true contribution to their blood. I gave them titles and prestige and the ability to call themselves angels, but I damn well hope she gave them sense. As for the last of my Brothers words I merely grinned once more.

“Indeed, Father has busied himself of late with his newest concubine. Have you heard yet? He fathered yet another child to add to our never-ending line this year. A girl, born from his imprint- Cat Eye. Born black to brother- not a Mark in sight on the wretched creature who I refuse to call Sister.”

My eyes fell towards Letum a moment, watching, curious at his reaction. If any had shared my respect and adoration for the goddess that was Zeivah it had been Letum. He had understood, hell, he had been raised alone by her before Heyel ever arrived on the scene and completely eclipsed her love for anything else. In my opinion he had never been a good mate and yet- she lived and died for him, she never saw wrong in him, she melted at the sound of his voice and spoke of him with reverence. Evidently he didn’t care to hold her memory to the same truth, two years since her death and his fathering more children. My tail flicked in mild agitation as I turned away, attention following Letum’s own back towards the choking idiot in the bush, my Brother’s interest equally spiked as a need for amusement seemed to trickle and spark between us like a thinly veiled static that drove each of us only more forward as my tongue lashed across my fangs. Such is the sin of Brotherhood, his adrenaline on fuelling my own as I made to move forward, prepared to obliterate the creature from the earth and drag it’s body back to the borders of it’s useless pack. Maybe he could feed their young for a while once Letum and I were done with him. Once, maybe I would have let the Iromar wolf go, maybe- but not anymore, not after what they did to me- to us. And Letum? Well- he had never been the forgiving type and I had every belief that this chocking fellows existence was sin enough for Letum to reap righteous vengeance. My growl turned into an unpleasant chuckle, powerful muscle coiling and releasing as I nodded, moving forward and towards the bush in question, about to signal for Leutm to take the other side and drive that stupid creature out like a startled rabbit- when another arrived, one coloured like ourselves and yet just like the hateful Sameal she appeared to have forgotten whose side she was supposed to be on. My lip quirked upward at her words, snorting almost indignantly before my attention returned to the concealed male. If Letum wanted to play with the Confused Angel girl who seemed to think she was worth something, then so be it, let him tease her and have his way- she’s not my type.

The boy in question evidently decided to emerge, tall and yet so utterly skinny a good breeze would have felled him. I grimaced, was this what Demons bred now? This? Honestly if they were going to win the war they were going to have to do better then the thing in front of me. I laughed once more, nudging Letum as I scoffed, drawing his attention to the black boy who seemed to have struggled to come up with his single attempt at insult, questioning out hearing. Well- he hadn’t exactly been in stealth mode had he? Choking or laughing or doing whatever the hell he had been trying to do, thus I was fairly sure the better assumption would be that Demons have no ability for stealth, not that we have poor hearing.

“Boy, with the racket you damn made a puppy would have heard you. Go and eat something you’re so skinny I can see your spine- surprising, since I never yet met a wolf or Iromar who’s got one. All they damn well do is tuck their tails and back off. You going to do the same?”

One eye lifted, waiting for the stupid boy to turn around and slink back off to his pack as he seemed to notice the girl for the first time and proceeded to shout at her. Are yes, Pack Unity, Isola had spoken of their total lack of it and ability to understand the need for any kind of team work. Whatever. The boy, evidently having decided Letum and I were in some way interested in his little friend proceeded to stand in front of her, speaking once more. I shot Letum another glance before sighing with obvious flare, moving forward and closer to the pair, merely to see if I could irritate wither one of them before I flayed them both alive.

“What makes you think I’m not good- did I hurt your feelings, skinny rabbit?”

The girl, evidently not requiring her companion’s assistance managed to snarl at him before returning her attention to Letum. Well, I was taken, I suppose I shouldn’t be offended, I kinda was a bit, but then I suppose I’d rather Andro then this Demon-girl. Ignoring Dimitri I turned back to Letum once more, gesturing to the little female.

“I think she likes you Brother, maybe you should take her. Are you interested? I’ll knock Skinny Rabbit out of the way if you want and you can have the girl to play with.”

I never really was a nice guy, not when I’ve been hurt- not when I can’t forgive. Maybe someone will come and save Skinny Rabbit and Confused Angel Girl- I rather hope not.


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