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 November 19, 2013 at 06:50:51 PM by ZigZag


You know? It's kind of a Fucked Up thing, to be Labeled for something you are or are not. In my case, it would be both. Demons look upon me with eyes that would devour, for I bear the pelt of an Angel. And yet I am renounced by that very Order, that Oh-Sooo divine title... for to any Angel of Diveen I am an impure abomination. My father is no Demon, though many say he is the spawn of one, living under the shadow of my Grandfather Lucian, he will always be an unwelcomed and only barely tolerated affiliation to Heyel and his High and Mighty Angel brood.

Psssh What a load of BS! All my puppy-dom, all I ever wanted was to get a close look at my Angel relatives. After hearing all the tales my mother told me, after learning all the legendary names of her ilk, I'd built them up into something grand and magnificent. Wolves to be idolized and try to live up to their good names. I don't know what I thought I'd find or learn when I'd finally gotten to go to Diveen, but I guess in my imaginings it went something along the lines of feather wings and halos.

Of course, that wasn't even close to the reality of it. All I found was a bunch of spoiled rugrats.... innumerable hordes of Heyel's Spawn... and adults too entirely absorbed in their own snobbery to come to terms with the fact that their shit stunk just as bad as anyone else's.

For anyone to have the freaking audacity to proclaim themselves as something as fanciful as an 'Angel' or 'Demon' was just down right ridiculous. I saw nothing heavenly or divine amongst the Wolves of Diveen... not to say they were not on the whole Good Wolves or a fantastic pack. They were... and I suppose a part of me was envious that I, a direct descendent of Heyel and Zievah, was not considered of a pure enough caste to be amongst their angelic order. No wonder Momma felt the need to abandon her heavenly childhood home... at least she did it for Love.

But then, Love is just as flimsy an idea as it is to be an Angel or Demon. At this point, I was beginning to care less and less about what other wolves though of me or who and what I am.

I AM ZigZag.

That's all there was to it. Nothing more or less, neither Sinner or Saint and yet perhaps everything in between.

It took me a long time to figure that out. I'd run away from home, from all the wolves that I ever cared about or loved. Away from my dad and mom and sister, away from Spirane and Moladian. I didn't even know what I was searching for until after the fact, when I found myself scowering the worlds beyond for that place.... that place the angels called 'Heaven'. I wanted to find it, needed to see the real thing with my own two eyes. Would they be so quick to judge me? To turn me into some kind of half-blood monster?

Of course I didn't find it, because there is no such place to find. At least, that is the answer I've come to accept. There is no such place as Heaven, and thus there must not be a place such as Hell. It is all a bunch of made up hullabaloo to give wolves a reason to feel important about themselves. They just cant handle the cold reality that they are just wolves, no more and no less special then any of the rest of us.

Of course, it was only about the time this epiphany came to me that my daddy finally tracked me down and dragged me back to Moladian... though I refused to return to the Mountain. I couldn't face my Mother. At least not yet. Not until I made something of myself she could actually be proud of- Angel or Not.

At two years old I was filling out nicely. I was taller then the other girls my age by nearly a head, boasting all the massive stature of my father Zildjian and his father Lucian before him. But my physique was supple and striking, full of plush curves that drew the eye to my flared hips and svelte shoulders. Muzzle and ears tapered to delicate points, with high cheeks and almond-shaped eyes the color of deep indigo and smattered in silver flecks that glittered like stars. To some my gaze seemed imposing, dark and bespoken of that 'demon blood' that was apparently rotting away at my insides. But my smile was more radiant then even the sweetest of sirens. It was open and welcoming to all visitors, impish with child-like mischief. I was prone to pranks and games of wit and cunning, performing fantastic vanishing acts and capable of prying a smile from even the most crass and bitter of the elder wolves of my pack. I was the little prankster girl. The mischief maker... it was nearly to the point my father had to reprimand me before I ever even rolled out of the bednest in the morning.

But I could always see that gleam of amusement in his eyes as he'd scold me and tell me not to make troubles for him. I think he secretly liked that I was always going against the grain. Sometimes he looked at me with a faraway expression, as if I somehow reminded him of someone else, though I have no idea who it would be. Maybe one of my grand parents.

These days I spend most of my time beyond the borders of Spirane, my mountain home. At least out here in the free lands I can do as I please without fear or the consequences back home. I can get up to all the trouble I like so long as it doesn't do harm to another pack wolf. I can't say for sure that I'd ever intentionally hurt another wolf though, unless it was in self defense or to defend someone who cannot help themselves.

See, that's the Key to everything: We are who we Choose to be.

I may be a product of certain bloodlines, but that has nothing to do with who I was as an individual.

It had nothing to do with the fact that today, I was skirting the lake that borders Diveen, prancing across the soft shoreline and relishing the cool gritty feel of sand between my paw pads. I frolicked in the shallow waters, chasing after schools of minnows and stirring up quite a ruckous as I sloshed up and down the banks. I dove after one of the small silver fishes, head submerging beneath the water for only a moment before suddenly rearing back to toss the small slippery animal high into the air above me. I leaped after it, snapping at the scaly body and tossing it ashore where it flopped about wildly.

I giggled as I watched it, gasping open mouthed and silent as I waded back to dry ground to watch it closely. I was utterly fascinated with the idea of Life ebbing from it's small body. I wondered if Fish had feelings, if they had thoughts or dreams or other fishes to miss.

I stare down into it's blank, emotionless eyes. No lids with which to blink, no lips to form a smile or frown or scream of terror. It's hard to imagine such a thing really, and even harder to understand why I'm so spellbound by the idea of Life and Death, Good and Evil, and so on.

One large paw tamps the animal down, holding it still in the sand though it continues to try and squirm.

"Little Fish.... Do You want to Die today?" I asked it with such innocence, such inquisitive curiosity, and wait expectantly as if I really thought the thing might answer.


2 * Forgotten Seraphim * Cherub of Zildjian x Reyja * No One's Angel * No One's Demon * Spirane Is my purgatory




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