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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Am I A Blessing or A Curse
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It was odd an fairly a longing and empty sensation to be away from Warlow for so long but it wouldn’t be long until she made her way back to his side. She assured herself of this as the scent of death and decay hit her nares. Her ears drew back and muzzle contorted into an up most unpleasant sight disgust and yet her eyes held intrigue and curiosity. She simply had to know what or who held the peculiar scent and yet she knew to be cautious as her curiosity had gotten others unintentionally hurt before and some even worse. She grimaced and felt a pang of sorrow at the thought of her family but force the thought from her mind. The past could not be changed but she could look to the future in any case.

She fallowed to the origin of the scent and looked around curiously before her eyes landed on a bolder with a figure atop surly this is not the source of that awful smell. Her head tilted curiously, she wouldn’t leap atop with the creature to possibly attack her just to check if it was okay. She settled for staying at a distance and calling for the creature’s attention. “I am going to presume you are not dead so what is the matter with you?” She asked the curiosity never hidden from her tone. In truth she was referring to her scent although it was rare to find one sleeping out in the open during the day.

Perhaps she should just leave the creature be as waking or stirring it would hardly benefit her and yet she could say it would be a lie to leave without learning something about the strange wolf. She stretched out her limbs as she waited for a response. She held little emotion to be seen aside from her curious nature and yet her thoughts wondered over the fem. More to the point, where had she come from? In time she could find out but for now she will wait patiently for her new ‘companion’ to arise.

am i a blessing or a curse?
mistletoe – Warlow holds her Soul - stat


*Short o.o but it will improve promise!*

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