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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Posted on May 29, 2013 at 02:37:09 AM by HUSH






the boys who kiss and bite

they are the brilliant ones

who speak and write;



He mocked her terror, reveled in it, even. He knew what this was. He’d played this game many times. She could see it in his hungry eyes, in the relaxed way he waited for her to flee. He was in no rush, and he was confident that he would win. She briefly considered lying down in front of him and simply accepting it, but it just wasn’t in her to let him win that way. She had to try.

The log filled her nose with its strangeness: damp, and rot, and dirt. Her own shaking breath filled her ears as it echoed off the soft wooden walls. She couldn’t tell how close the demon had gotten to her hiding place, or if he had even begun to follow her yet. She had watched demons track their quarry for days, allowing them to think they had escaped, that they were safe, only to appear under cover of night and finish what they’d started.

She may never feel safe again.

Her body quivered in the darkness. If she survived this, she swore she’d find Sen again. Not only for the protection he could surely offer her, but…because she needed him. He alone could match her wit and her fire without snuffing it out. And of all the others she had known it was his face she saw now. It was his eyes that came to her in the dark and his voice that told her it would be okay, that she could do this.

The sound of the demon’s voice quieted her. Her entire body stiffened and her breaths came short and shallow, barely enough to keep her conscious. Then she heard him move into the bushes. She couldn’t believe it. On second thought, she didn’t. But part of her was desperate to think that he might be gone, or at least moving in the wrong direction, and an involuntary choking cry pierced the silence of her log. She tried to prevent it, but she was inconsolable: scared and alone. The emotion poured out of her, and she was at a loss to stop it or quiet it.


they sing in clever tongues

oh, how my knees go weak

to be the one;



H U S H

five ** soul ** home **




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