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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the blood of reptile [Kat]
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Distressed. This is not a common state for me – I’m generally a cool character. Calculating and impenetrable. But I have imprinted, and no male should be held accountable for the chaos that follows such a violent, instant overpowering of one’s senses. I distance myself from Iromar, the small, white creature moving ahead of me in the shadows; with Ishtar in the immediate vicinity, I can hardly make a scene. Because I have done the impossible. The unforgivable.

I have imprinted on a member of Diveen.

My first instinct is that she should die, despite how powerfully I might rebel against the thought. I need this handled. I need to handle it. I cannot live half a life, but I cannot live a whole life if she is the other half. I am a Demon by blood and birth. And she is angel. The stink of it floods my nostrils as I track her through the forest, leaving me a pungent, easy trail to follow. My path is clear, my plan is made, and my progress is quick. I will murder her in her sleep, if need be, but this…weakness I have acquired will be disposed of.

No one must ever know.

Suddenly I am upon her, resting easily in the clearing ahead of me, her white pelt blinding in the night’s inky darkness. I pause, gathering the energy I require before ridding myself of the curse that is her. I stifle a low growl that threatens to reveal my hiding place in the shadows. I am angry. I am furious. And yet I cannot jump. I am livid. And I am overwhelmed.

My muscles, still rigid with my unmistakable rage, uncoil from their preparatory positions, and I, instead, take a few stiff steps into the clearing. I’ve decided that I want to know some things before I sentence her to death. “‘Evening,” I coolly announce myself, gradually regaining my typical, aloof composure. “You’re awfully far from home, Angel Dust,” I coo, a smile creeping across my face. My voice is deep, quiet. And it is lethal.


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