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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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Posted on August 18, 2013 at 11:38:56 PM by SWALLOWBANE

He�s been troubled. He�s been so troubled. Swallowbane doesn�t know what he�s supposed to do, where he�s supposed to go, and what the hell is going on in his head. It�s so loud. It�s hard to keep control of the things he�s supposed to think and supposed to feel. Sometimes he doesn�t feel at all. Sometimes he feels too much. That�s the problem, you see. The issue is when he feels too much. Everything comes up and overwhelms him and it�s just� hard. It�s hard sometimes. It�s hard a lot of the time. He�s tired of things being hard, and that�s enough to make him sick. Swallowbane is sick. Maybe that�s the first problem. Maybe he�s been sick all along.

Sick with a hunger for something that he�ll never have. It�s Bane that longs to be the head of the family. He knows he can do it if someone would give him that fucking chance. It�s a chance he�ll never have. It�s a chance he knows he�ll never have, now. Maybe that�s what makes him sick. That�s it. Sick. Sick is the right word. Sick with the responsibility he�ll never live up to. He was never meant to be a father or a lover, he�s sure of it now. He�s a stranger in his own home. He�s fucked up one too many times. Right. That�s what happens when there�s no father for a son. Bane can at least promise himself that he�ll do better for his own.

Or that he�ll try. Tonight, though, he needs to think. He needs to get out, to get fresh air in his head, and to� to breathe. That would help. For now, the air rushes from his lungs. It�s beside the lake that he thinks he�ll be. Just for now. Just for tonight. Just so he can be alone for tonight, waiting for something to fall from the sky and right into his lap. Maybe it�ll be the thing he�s been looking for. Praying for. Longing for. Yes, maybe it�ll be what he�s been longing for all these years. Maybe the solution will fall from the sky.

Bane is the wishful thinker with the worst intentions.

alcide x moonglow * ~~royal child~~ of spirane* four * calista�s heart and soul

Replies:

into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T August 23, 2013 at 01:38:12 PM
the beast that doesn't quiver anymore - By swallowbane August 30, 2013 at 08:19:53 PM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T August 31, 2013 at 01:33:26 PM
the beast that doesn't quiver anymore - By swallowbane September 2, 2013 at 03:08:04 AM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T September 2, 2013 at 02:44:58 PM
the beast that doesn't quiver anymore - By swallowbane September 3, 2013 at 01:43:39 AM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T September 4, 2013 at 01:14:36 PM
the beast that doesn't quiver anymore - By swallowbane September 12, 2013 at 01:20:25 AM

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