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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I'm A Bitch, I'm a Lover, I'm a Child I'm A Mother
I'm a Sinner I'm a Saint, I do not feel ashamed.
I'm Your Hell I'm Your Dream I'm Nothing In Between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way....



Well, I don't think I could have planned that any better. The new Arcana of the River hadn't hardly so much as passed me a second glance, accepting me at face value without any qualms. Not that the little fellow had paid much attention to anyone. Really the Queer King might have been more fit to be called a Queen, for all the ear nibbling he was lavishing upon the larger red male that obviously acted as his Protector and I can only assume- Lover.

That word. Lover. It makes my skin crawl and my heart give a little shudder. I didn't want to think about that kind of thing right now. I didn't want to imagine the crackling static of electricity that passes between two pitch black bodies. I didn't want to picture the hard compact muscle splaid across my own like some sadistic pagan sacrifice, or the intense heat that sizzled a scorching friction between our bodies when the melted into one. Fuck.

I shake my obsidian head to rid myself of such fantasies, the golden splash that sweeps over one glacial blue orb now disguised by a thick layer of black ash and soot. All my senses were enhanced this time of year, and I was all too aware of every slight touch, every distant whisper and every scent that wafted my direction.

One spicy cologne hung heavier then the rest in the air. One that was recent and that I would never, could never mistake. It makes my blood simmer, knowing he was so close and yet so far away. I would not seek him out or track him down, and I was confident that my scent had changed so much so by now that he would not recognize it.

But it did not set my heart aflame as it had once done, and really I was still distracted by the strange Zing of nergy that had seemed to correlate around the pack meeting in Glorall there towards the end. I'm not certain if I had been the only one to feel it, but no one else had made mention and so I'd not spoken of the odd vibrations either. Whatever it had been, it had made my body come alive like a hot wire. My corsets felt tight, my skin burning with the Fires of the Heat, and seemed to ooze sultry sexy swagger out of every pore. I did my best to ignore it. For once in my Life, I had no desire to indulge the carnal Goddess within me. Indeed, I would be content to live out my remaining years under the charade of a bitter old Spinster. At 14 years, the very idea of an Imprint was just laughable. A notion reserved for young lovers, Not a woman wise and grown.

So I picked my way along the eastern ridge of the crater, allowing the cool winds that swept up the rock walls and whooshed over the top of the bluff to cool my nerves and flirt with the luxurious obsidian ruff around my neck. Under the blaze of sunlight my petticoats rippled iridescent highlights, like rainbows in an oil slick.

I kept a keen eye out as I moved, each graceful step taken with ultimate precision and intent. Long slender spires picked their way along the very edge of the crater, so that I could look out over it's careening cliff. I face into the wind, mismatched eyes growing distant and almost dreamlike as my angular muzzle cuts a sharp cameo into the horizon.

I could not Wait for Spring to get here and relieve me of this Hell. It would be so much easier to not think of Devil if I weren't in this state.
I'm A Bitch I'm a Tease, I'm a Goddess on my Knees
When You Hurt when you Suffer I'm your Angel Undercover
I've Been Numbed, I'm Revived Can't Say I'm Not Alive
You know... I wouldn't Want It Any Other Way...

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