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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I'm beginning to feel like a Dungeon Dragon
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Posted on September 8, 2013 at 02:38:48 AM by Jagger

Jagger didn't consider herself pretty or impressive, really. Cute, yeah. Pretty? No. That was fine with her, she didn't need to be pretty. All she needed was to be able to hunt and fight and travel and explore and she didn't need looks for that. She just needed at least three semi-functioning legs and sharp teeth and strength. She had four fully functioning legs, sharper teeth, and all the strength she could want. Life was easy. Life was good. She had already met some wolves of this land, despite only coming to Moladion about a week ago, but as per usual, she stayed with no pack. Sometimes, if she befriended one, she'd stay with them for a few days or so, but she'd always move on. She rarely even had a den. As it stood right now she found a little indentation in the forest that she used as a de facto den. She had thick enough fur to protect her from the worst of the winter. She wouldn't be warm but she wouldn't get hypothermia, either.

While his appearance might seem to serve no function, hers did. You could tell by the now healing cuts and scrapes all over her that she played hard, the scars on her leg and the missing part of her ear signalling her as a fighter. She had tightly packed muscles, more lithe than bulky but still visible underneath her coat. They looked to be around the same size, although he was a few inches taller than her, no more than five inches at most. Her eyes flicked from the sky to his, not surprised in the least. Her ears caught his noise and her nose his scent, so the fact that he spoke wasn't a cause for surprise. She gave him a friendly smile in response, a genuine smile. She was usually nice when meeting someone new outright, that is, unless you gave her a reason not to be or she was just in a bad mood.

"Hello, yourself." She memorized his scent and his looks, a habit she'd formed along ago, within seconds. Whenever she met someone new she committed them to memory, at least their scent, so if she should ever come across them again, she'd know. While she may be so-so with names, faces she never forgot. And if she needed to track someone down for whatever reason, she could without batting an eyelash.

Where as some females, especially loners like her, would be wary and careful about being all alone in the middle of the night with a strange male, she felt nothing of the sort. She was confident in her fighting skills, and if blows came to blows, she would be able to put him in the dirt so fast he wouldn't know what happened to him. And if he proved difficult, she could hold him off long enough to either make a speedy getaway or he tired out. After all, a loner simply didn't survive on luck alone. She knew how to fight, and fight dirty.

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  • <3 - By Ex September 9, 2013 at 07:31:32 PM
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