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 A Satellite Heart
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Posted on December 2, 2013 at 10:48:31 PM by ZigZag


Having been born and raised in the high elevations of Spirane's Mountain peaks, I could withstand the cold better then most other wolves of Moladian. The waters as of now were still brisk, but not so much so as to penetrate my plush platinum coat, already thick and well insulated for the coming months of winter. So entranced by my own morbid curiosity, I'd momentarily let my guard down. A big no-no. Being back in Moladian must have given me a false sense of security after bearing witness to the savagery of the worlds beyond Moladian.

"Nescio! Qui non me sicut currere!" I spat in my Mother's Native Tongue, the first language I'd learned to speak. Shit! Don't Run Up On me Like that! I whirled on the uninvited trespasser, the sterling silver hackles of my dorsal stripe standing at attention and ruffling in a wild wet fray along my spine as I faced him head on and curled my lips in a half aggressive, half bewildered expression.

The silver flecks of my indigo eyes sparked like mercury, flashing between alarm and suspicion as I drank in the golden boy's image. He was a large boy, pretty much as large as myself, which was saying something. But that's not what ruffled my fur. His was a coat of armor that gleamed white, tipped in bits of gold. A Heavenly color. And the tip of his muzzle was dipped in crimson ink.

No doubt about it. He could only be an Angel.

"Hmph!" I snorted, unable to keep that tiny hint of derision from my tones as his words finally sank in. My nose crinkled as I glanced back at my fish, his little mouth parts barely moving now, his body mostly still. "And How would you know the thoughts of fishes..." I ask as I turn back to the small creature, suddenly not so amused by the tiny beast's suffering.

"Oh Yeaah," Tongue dripped with barely leashed sarcasm. "You're an Angel... and Angels Know Eeeverything."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, uncaring of the lack of respect I was paying not only to a blood relative (how could I have known he was my Cousin?) let alone a royal prince. Taking up the trout, much gentler this time, I carried him gently back to the water, releasing him to the calm shallows. I stood ankle deep as I watched him float... but he made no movement.

Suddenly I felt a pang of Guilt for the little guy. Who was I to Play God? Even if there was not a Heaven, who was I to be reckless with something else's very Life Force? It looked as if the fish were going to belly up, and my lips drew a thin line. Then, suddenly, with a jerk and a twitch of it's tail, the fish suddenly sprang back to conciousness and zipped away into the black currents deeper in the lake.

"Hah!" I barked with triumph, ears pricking as a smile graced my lips and painted my cameo a radiant portrait of delight. I turned to him, a new gleam in my eyes, and pranced back to dry land. "You see? Even something so seemingly trivial as a fish can have the Will to Fight." I beamed proudly.



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




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