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 September 11, 2013 at 02:27:10 AM by ALiCE*


The creature had been attached to the swamp in the crater, but she hadn’t been down in a long time. She hadn’t really found a reason to go and look, to poke around, like she had in the past. She never really had a reason, the clockwork angel didn’t. She didn’t need one. Rust and nails, clicking timepieces sewn together in bits, little computerized pieces of brain—that was all she was. It was true. Alice had a habit of being nothing more than clockwork. It was an automatic way to live… automaton. That was what made sense. She was the automaton. It wasn’t like there was any fighting that part of her, of course. It was like not having to exist at all, not having to feel at all, and still being fully and credibly alive.

That was possibly the most incredible bit of it all. She didn’t need to live or breathe or sleep or eat. That was false. It was more that she didn’t have to think to do any of them. It was all involuntary movement of the muscle. There were few things that she found pleasure in, few things that she found that she liked. It was all in a creature that missed the things that made her feel alive. Kusaka was around, but he wasn’t close enough. Ace was independent. Delya, while she had an obligation to the child, was flatly annoying. Alice wasn’t going to deal with that at the moment. No, she was going to look for something new.

She didn’t remember the last time she’d been properly down to this part of the universe, but it was time she do it again. This wasn’t her favored swamp, rather something different entirely. It was caked in snow, covered in a fine crust. Yes, a crust of snow. Things looked as if they’d melted and frozen over again, creating the sheet of ice that made life much harder to deal with. It was as if she was skating, careening over the strangeness that seemed to exist only in this world. Everything was sparkly, slippery, and reflecting enough light to blind the average eye. Woop de freaking do.

ALiCE
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  • . - By . September 29, 2013 at 04:38:31 AM
    AS iF TO FLY - By ALiCE* October 2, 2013 at 00:41:28 AM

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