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 April 6, 2014 at 02:35:54 AM by Candyman

I am not alone for long with my thoughts. Not that I had much of them. Well, I did actually. I could think of so many things to come to mind, but I am unsure of how to act upon those thoughts. I know none around here and yet; I'm willing to meet others. I could do with a friend or two. I could do with many really. I'm one of those wolves that is just so carefree with life. I won't let myself fall victim to displeasure. Where was the fun in being sour in personality when you could enjoy the world around you? I wouldn't let myself be found with a frown upon my lips. No sir!

I listened to the sound that echoed a little after my own. It was rich and low, but it was definitely feminine. I could not capture what meaning truly lay behind that howl but I did wonder of it. Would she be joining me or going on her way? I wasn't sure but a part of me hopes that she won't keep me out here on my own. I wanted company and didn't really like being alone. I didn't mind it sometimes though; this was not one of those moments. The silence had been almost deafening and I didn't like that.

I watch as the sienna she-wolf comes into view and my dazzling red-pink eyes watch her ever so curiously. A twitch of my ears brings them swiveling in her direction. My roan body shifts slightly and my nostrils flare to gather her scent. She was a pretty thing though; I knew nothing about her other than that she was female. I find myself instantly wondering though; about her. What was her personality and what did our chance meeting bring me? She was testing the ground between us just as I was doing. We were making sure that there is nothing read wrong within the signals we were receiving. Not unheard of of course. Were we on friendly terms toward one another?

I had no fear but I do not know her intentions. There is no tension in the air however, and this has me wondering little. I was not hesitant as my tail wagged briefly to show that I'm here on friendly terms. I mean her no harm. Seriously? Could she not sense that I'm hardly the type to hold aggression toward another? I may be a hunter but I'm hardly a fool. I might hold dominance to some at one point or another. I am not however; someone to act now and think later. I always weigh my pros and cons. I always am one to make sure that I know what I am doing.

I pause only when I am within a short distance of her. My rose stained eyes studying her ever so curiously. There is a glistening within them that can be acknowledged. I'm a friendly; conversationalist. I wonder if she is though? What will I learn and how will this play out? We are only alone for a little while though and another has made their way to us. A snowy wolf with a touch of sienna and ash on her. My eyes sweep toward her and my ears flick to swivel in her direction. My nostrils flare again as I intently capture scents that are wafting to me. The smells I've found are different too than the other female whom had approached. I know nothing of the wolves here and am not born of them.

I have indeed come from places far away. I am intrigued none the less however, and excited with the opportunities here. I have a new world ahead of me and my whole life. I have much to learn perhaps should I find myself among a pack, but I am willing. I am intent on finding the right path for my paws after all. I will not do this with an iron gait however. I am no hardened wolf. I refuse to live my life as though I need not enjoy it. Let wolves be sour in personality but not me! There's a smile on the snowy wolf's lips and I return it. I clear my throat here and speak finally.

"A pleasure it is; to meet you that is. I am Candyman. A name in Ambrosia, but silence from you?" I was not afraid to show who I am here. I might sometimes speak in rhyme and this is merely who I am. I had noted that this other sienna wolf had said nothing in our meeting, but perhaps that might change now. I could only hope right?

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