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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That's what you get when you let your heart win
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Sometimes I wonder if they had abandoned me, and all I desire is some form of reaching out so that I know I had not been abandoned, something to tell me I have not set a paw wrong. I do not remember anything foul or cruel that I have done, no rule of nature that I have crossed, and all I have is the sun to warm me, maybe that was my response, maybe I should be happy to have anything at all no matter how small it is. The thing is that maybe the language of the sun has rusted over to me, maybe I can no longer say what the sun is trying to pass along to me, or have I merely forgotten, have I allowed it to slip from my priorities, but I cannot think this way, it is not of my benefit.

I have simply lost my way, I know I haven't strayed too far and that it should not be hard to find the path again, and once more I am motivated. I can sense another nearby, I can hear his movements, and I am moving. In a single breath it seems that I am up, snowy white hackles raised, and moving away from him because I have things I must do. I cannot be bothered with a rude stranger, he can find someone else to bring company to, though the way he is, it wouldn't be long before somebody bit him.

My ears catch the sound he expels, and a snort is driven from my nose, yes he was definately going to be somebod's snack, though in this case let's write it off as natural selection. I turn to face him from the distance already garnered, tail high and proud. My facial expression is one of disdain, mixed with the look you might give an idiot, though he is doing this on purpose or not I am unsure, but funny it is not.

"No. You did. Why on earth would you sniff it?" My tones are stretched, mildly ridiculing, and edged in sarcasm. At this I turn again, and continue on my way. I am never one to think myself higher than another, but this is an exception, in my eyes at least.


priestess flip side of the coin

And that's what you get when you let your heart win
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating



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