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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In my frustration (sexual and spiritual) I only spare the girl a cursory glance, and so remain ignorant of her injuries. But as I creep closer, my lips drawn back to reveal my dangerous teeth, the scent of blood wafts into my quivering nostrils. My rigid posture softens somewhat, though I don’t back away, and I finally notice the consequences of my display of temper. I lift my head up, distancing myself from the offensive smell. Am I offended because it’s angel blood? Or because I drew it out of her?

She stands, in a wobbly attempt to get away from me, and I can see her broken paw dangle awkwardly from its ankle. “…I’m pregnant!” The confirmation of my suspicions only seeks to reignite the flame of my rage, but I manage to bite back another outburst. A fit of jealousy, as it were. Her ass is mine. It belongs to me. As long as I allow her to survive, she belongs to me. Next season (should she live to see it), there will be no question as to her pregnancy – she will bear mine or bear none.

I casually match her pace, my footfalls easy and unburdened by injury; I take this moment to revel in my little show of power. I let her truly appreciate how much larger I am, how much faster, how masterful. But I am not all acid and thorns. I feel…strange about the damage I’ve caused to her tiny body. It disturbs me.

I step around and cut her off, head lowered to meet her eyes. “Weak, injured, and pregnant - ” the word does not willingly leave my tongue, “you’ll die before you get home.” I pause to let her wonder whether it will be myself or something else that ends her. “I suggest you join me. No further harm will come to you in my company. But alone? Who can say. Anything can happen in the forest at night…


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three || ---- || 41” / 185lbs || ---- || angel dust
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