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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Female

Age

Nine

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What a despicable sight, to see how they watched with lusty interest at the female who catches their attention most. I have often heard of these fall time meetings, wondering just what this imprint thing was all about, it is most unusual. I snort as I move away from the inconsiderate bunch, growing impatient with the pressing of so many into one specific area. If I didn't move, they would strike rage in me and Moladion would be down about two or three dozen wolves. Reflective irises point which way I will go, my paws short to follow with a hurried exuberance that sees to it I stumble a bit. Make no mistake, I am not fleeing from such a look. I just know if I stick around one of these love struck beasts would come near me and I would have to kill it. I am not one for being loved, the only thing such a feeling could possibly bring me is weakness. I cannot afford such a thing. I catch another moving away from the group, watching him cautiously as I keep my path. I begin to move off in a rather convoluted path to keep away from him, in case he thinks to be my match.

Why did I ever even go to that stupid gathering, and why on earth did I let myself be dragged about by my curious mind? I sigh, feeling the stress of the ordeal moving along my spine to be dropped off like a little path of Purge Sludge in my imagination. Spirits pick up as I no longer see the male who also split from the others, my black and white face now looking back less and less often as I seem to forget about the entire thing. It would seem though, that someone had other plans and has managed to keep out of my sights. Lo and behold the very male I had seen leaving with me decides to show up, block my path, and try and speak with me. My ears pinning back against my massive cranium as I peer down at him, bright flashy eyes conveying the message that I don't truly want to speak to him, no matter who he may be.

"Purge. Why are you here?" I do not mean it in the friendly, 'Oh hey, how are you?' sense. Be wise, wolf, I don't have the patience for dumb and love struck mutts.




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