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
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Posted on June 13, 2013 at 01:45:20 AM by Saqr



She doesn’t back down from me, which should be cause enough to put her in her place. But I like this in her – I like the way she matches my stare, even from all the way down in the dirt. I like the way she matches my movements, circling with me in our twisted dance. I like a little fight in my conquests, and I like the fight I’ve found in her. I want her. I want to break her. I want to utterly destroy everything she is, even the challenging eyes I bore in to from my half of our dancers’ circle.

That she does not share angel blood is of some relief to me; she is not totally off limits. I can have her if I want her. And I do. I am nearly salivating at the thought, my eyes wide with the almost uncontrollable need that floods me. It builds within me like a great pressure, and I wonder how long it will be before my restraint gives way. Her voice, however, breaks into my fantasy, and I can feel myself relax as I remember the reality of what I face: an angel whom I have not yet maimed. “I am,” is my simple reply to her question. It is all she needs to know.

She moves toward me. Confused, I wait to see what she’s getting at - and she is touching me. Testing me! Her smell overwhelms me. I go completely rigid. Growls roll out of me like thunder. I am beyond control. I snap. In a flash, I am on her, my chest grinding into her shoulder blade as I dig my teeth into the scruff of her tiny neck. She is so small beneath me. So easily destroyed. And I believe she’s been covered – I can’t have her.

With a frustrated roar, I fling her small body away from me, and I pace back and forth in front of her. Can I have no satisfaction?! I cannot have her. I cannot destroy her. I turn my blood-rimmed eyes on her face, wild in my anger, wild in my insatiable need. I am so fucking furious. And it only angers me more that she has been witness to it. “Now hear this,” I seethe at her, moving closer with my head low and teeth bared,“You would do well to keep your distance from me. My attentions will bring you no joy. Everything about this is wrong.”

I have closed the distance between us again, and I stand a mere foot from her. I can break her now if I choose. But, of course, I can’t. My eyes roll along her body, assessing any damage I might have done. She appears physically unharmed to my eyes. I lower my head to her level, smiling fiendishly, and quietly promise, “But make no mistake, one day I will amend it. Do you understand me?” One day, when I know without a doubt she is not pregnant, I will conquer this strange weakness within myself. And failing in that, I will simply lock her away in the mists of Iromar.


S A Q R
three || ---- || 41” / 185lbs || ---- || angel dust
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