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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Every flicker of change in her face was noticed, studying the details of change that emotion caused. I was completely in tune with her, and all I wanted was to cater to her every need. To bring her whatever would make her happy when she was sad. To quell whatever fear gripped her. To end any wolf who caused her anger or pain. No duty mattered more to me now than that of being whatever it was that Elowen needed me to be.

She spoke just as I glanced over my shoulder, and her speech almost immediately brought my attention back to her, eyes searching to meet with hers once more. My brows furrowed when I realized her look of confusion – the wonderful way the bridge of her nose wrinkled, as well as the corners of her eyes – but all I could think was what caused this sudden change of demeanor? What had I done to leave her in such a state of perplexity? Of course she did not leave me long to wonder, for almost without delay she questioned me. And her outright inquiry took me by absolute surprise. Although I most certainly felt an unparralled and immeasurable cord of tension tying us together, I was unsure if she felt it as well. Imprinting had only ever been briefly touched upon in my lessons as a child, and I did not remember much of the short discussion my mother had had with us on the matter. But I would do my best to explain what I knew of it to Elowen, hopefully without making her uncomfortable.

I took a deep breath, and then said, “It is…hard to explain. It is a gift, and blessing bestowed upon the few and the lucky….Or at least I hope you will feel lucky and not cursed.” The last string of words were rushed out as I looked down momentarily before meeting her gaze and continuing, “It is called imprinting, have you heard of it?” A pause, a breath, and then I spoke again. “I feel…connected to you. I know this is a lot to take in, and please tell me to stop if it is too much, I just want to help you understand whatever it is you are feeling.” Obviously I was no troubadour with my words, but I hoped I did not sound like a fool. I was not a bashful wolf. I was respectful and chivalrous, but shy was not how I would characterize myself. But at this moment I was feeling particularly introverted. Regardless, I would tell her whatever she wanted to know. And if she turned me away at the end of all this, I would go. I could only hope that she would not.

Maddox
six - member of the high court of diveen
soul bound to elowen - born of acheron x moth
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