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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[ Coldest Story Ever Told ] Skully
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coldest story ever told
He has a goal, as most wolves do, but this is a goal that cannot be achieved by easy means. He would have to battle, to fight, to challenge a wolf in order to get what he wants. To take over a pack and not be known to them would be unjust to the followers of the misplaced alpha, to ask an established pack to bow to the rule and to trust in him without knowing them first would be a cruel way to go about it. Instead, Heartless wishes to get to know the loners of the land, to run about and learn all he can about them, and befriend them so that maybe one day they will join his pack. When he gets a pack that is. His eyes have been searching for a place to set up, longing in his gaze for his life-long dream of holding his own lands, of leading a pack of wolves to the future. How long would it take before he got his dream realized?

White scans once more over the new landscape before him, his eyes roaming over the dips and rises of the face of the earth. He searches for anyone who would be willing to hold a conversation, anyone who would be interesting. He needs diversity in his friends, he needs the interest to be kept up and someone to provide what he needs out of a friend. It is not that he wishes to be finicky, for truly he isn't. Heartless simply needs someone to be a good friend to him, someone who would be willing to be a wingman of sorts in his quest for dreams.

Every now and again he finds his mind wandering back to the red and black female, her bright yellow eyes sticking out to him in his mind's eye. Wonder at this new development blooms and he finds there is a sort of hollow feeling in his heart, a longing in his soul to be near her again. It is odd that he would feel this for any wolf, that he would need someone so badly after having literally just met them. His heart lurches in his chest as he watches for any other wolf. Would there be a wolf to fit his needs? He has to wonder about it, and he moves, walking through the large grassy expanse and marveling at the feel of the grass against his mostly white pelt.

[ Male ] [ Eight ] [ None claims his heart ] [ None is fastened to his soul ]
[ None carry his legacy ] [ He wanders no land ]

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in the night i hear 'em talk ,



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