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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...recollection...
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I stretched as I woke up from my nap in the makeshift den. Energy flows into my muscles and I shake out my white fur, before poking my head out the den mouth. My brother was nowhere in sight, and I let out a soft sigh of relief, he's hard to get along with on his best days. I move into the morning light, one ear swiveling as I keep a watch out just in case he's playing a trick. Scents mix and shroud my muzzle and it takes me a few moments to sort through them, before I decide to map out more of the territory. Off I go at a fast, but easy lope, determined to at least get to know the area a decent distance around my den. So I know ways to defend it, of course.

A small bird crosses my path and I leap and catch it in my jaws, crushing the bones in it's frail wings and drawing blood. I drop it to the ground and sigh, foolish thing to have crossed my path, but it was an easy meal. I look up at the sun, ice blue eyes glimmering in the light, and the band of crimson seems to flare. I crouch and feast quietly upon the small meal I have captured. Deadly, cold, killer, everything I had been trained to be. The wind blows through my white coat, light raying over the vaguely ice crystal shaped silver spots along my back and sides. Each edged in a deep blood russet.

I can sense the other wolves before they sense me. I've always been like that, it helps me avoid unwanted company. If they bother me too much I can always attack and drive them off. I can be quite... intimidating when the time calls for it.

Though...I am not antisocial. I just don't always prefer company. Though...I grew up always around somebody. Healers seemed to not be too fond of me. I think they were intimidated or something. Like I was some kind of ticking time bomb, which, I'm not. I'm the heir, the royalty, and the maybe not the most stable but among them. I may not be the cheerful sugar tripping wolf others seem to get fond of, I'm just...me. It's a like it or don't thing.

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