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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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365 heavens To Destroy
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Posted on January 20, 2014 at 10:51:35 PM by D'Manaco

Blood. Kill. Blood. Kill.

The War Machine doesn't hesitate, doesn't falter. The black wench that would defy, that would stand against... she would be ravaged. The cub, devoured. It was all such simple, horrific logic.

Battering ram of a body slams into this Tick Tock, and she braces herself to keep from being bowled over. Fangs scissor the air, looking to plant lethal, blood-gushing kisses all up her throat, crushing that dainty windpipe and making an attempt at ripping out the esophogus. Murderous eyes absorb no logic, expel no thought, only a Desire to Kull and Destroy. Her fangs rake the Werewolf's shoulder and neck, ripping fur and flesh but it does not slow him. Indeed he relishes in the pain, letting loose gutteral, nearly passionate sounds.

Tiny teeth prick into his leg, hardly much more then a scrap where Gecko latches on for the brief moment before D'Manaco's thickly muscled shank smacks at her and his claws paint crimson lines down her side. The cub is thrown to the ground and the beast twists his attention on her, a diabolical glitter in his eyes.

But the other female pulls at his focus, taunting him with her delectable looking flesh. Monster pivots and and bolts at her, but she's reeled away from him, grabbing the cubs scruff and bee-lining for the nearby creek.

D'Manaco gives chase, but she is already in the current, being carried downstream and out of his grasp. The rabid brute must take a different route in order to head them off. Voracious, wild war cry rips from his frothing jowls, eyes black with maddened rage. He forges through the forests and brush, playing a trail of wreckage in his wake.

Finally he breaks through the brush, and there this insolent wench stands. There is no sign of the cub, but already his illusioned mind has forgotten her. Now, there is only the Tick Tock, targeted and set in his sights. She stares him down, and he licks his lips as he recalls the taste of her flesh on his tongue.

"I shall savor your flavor when I dine on your bits and pieces, " That Voice that was not D'Manaco's jeered.

� D ' M A N A C O �

365 Heavens To Destroy

Bastard � 5 years of Filth � Single Wraith � No Hellish Domain � Monster Spawn of Abraxas & Teagan

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goes the clock - By Tick Tock January 25, 2014 at 10:06:22 PM
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