Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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Posted on June 19, 2013 at 03:20:54 PM by ruvindra

restless: i found your weakness



Sometimes it was concerning, her sudden lack of fear - she even questioned it from time to time. Had she simply given up? Had she simply stopped caring for her life or had there been something else? It was difficult to say but she felt strangely at peace even if she half expected one of Heyel's hoard to remove her throat at any second. Part of her even expected her own daughter to do such a thing but even that was strangely... comforting, she thought. It only made sense to die by her own blood if that was to be the case. A lot of things had begun to make sense, but not so much the stranger before her who she watched through weary, narrowed eyes with a bemused half smile. He, too, was attempting to work her out - how fun, a game of cat and mouse. She contemplated for a moment snapping at him, launching herself forward in a flurry of teeth just to see what would come of it. Would he expect it? '

Fortunately for him, she denied herself the chance to do such a thing. Instead, she will amuse herself with what hid behind closed doors - his mind. It was all too easy to spil blood, after all.

"Heretic," she repeated, tasting the word on her tongue for a moment before she chuckled, an airy laughter as she shook her head, a brow creeping up her features, "I have children just like you in that case."

She waited for a moment, watching him settle just a little closer. With a roll of her eyes, she gripped the hare between her blunt claws, her teeth going to work and pulling it into a rough half. She threw the top half - head and forelegs - towards the male with a huff before pulling her half closer once more, taking a few tentative bites though her eyes never once left him.

"You come here seeking a home in that case? If that is the case, best keep your apparent heresy under lock and key, no?"

Again she chuckles, her pink tongue lashing out across her muzzle and sweeping away the crimson of blood.

"But don't worry, your secret is safe with me."




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