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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What A Wicked Thing to Do
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Posted on April 7, 2014 at 02:02:51 AM by Kiska




It is dark, though the Moon is full, and the night feels cold despite the warmth of the summer. There is a disturbance that is rolling throughout Moladian. A feeling of Unrest. An Old Queen has fallen, one of the Great Ones from Old Moladian. One akin to the greatness of Heyel or her mother Boneclaw. I did not know Moonglow well, though in truth I suppose she is apart of my family, Thunderbone and I having been cousins. To hear of her demise at the jaws of Purge is unsettling and sets my blood to simmer. Purge is not unlike her Demon neighbors, and I feel no good will come of her reign.

Evil had been pitted against one of the shining steeples of Good here in Moladian and Evil had won out. After our second run-in with Tobias, and now this... It was no wonder I could find no sleep this night. My Dancer's paws itched for movement, and I was happy to oblige them.

The miles I walk take me far from Taviora, one scene bleeding into the next as I roam the freelands. My wandering thoughts often shift back to that hunt for the black bastard, and the scintillating images of Devil, hunting at my side. It had felt so natural, so good. That electric crackle that always fizzled between us before had sparked again with his nearness.

He'd looked good. Better then I had seen him in a long time. The scent of Natalya still clung to his coat, and a fragrance of newness that only comes with the birth of children. He'd become a father again. I was proud of him, for him... but I cannot staunch the sting of knowing that it was not I that produced them for him.

It fuels my feet and I slide into a sultry lope between the trees of Enocra Forest. I'd recently come across Stella there, not all that surprised she'd sought out her biological father once again. I wish she'd put all her hatred to rest and bury that hatchet with Devil... give him a chance to be the father he always had Been to her.

But there are just some things I cannot change, no matter how frustrating they were. When a fat rabbit is flushed from the undergrowth near the edge of the forest, I chase after it, enjoying the burn in my muscles as I pick up the pace and run the vermin down.

By the time I catch up to it and sink my fangs into it's wriggling body, I am no longer in the forest, but within Ruize's marsh-like fields. The moon shines bright upon my obsidian coat, the gleam of my golden splash snuffed out for the charcoal soot that smothers it's shine. But Harlequin eyes spark and glitter against the halo of moonlight and paints the blood of my prize black in the shadows.

A cry erupts from somewhere across the field. A deep baritone that catches me off-guard and halts me in my tracks. Refined features snap to attention, radars pin-pointing the exact location of the Singer. It couldn't be... could it?

The chances of him being here, at this hour... well, they were next to nil, right?

I had half a mind to turn round and high tail it back to Taviora before I was noticed. But my curiosity screamed that I stay put. His voice, it sounded so full of turbulent emotions all mixed together. My heart went out to it even though I could not even be sure it was truly him.

After several long moments of deadened silence where curiosity warred with Rational thinking... curiosity apparently won out. Before I know it, dancer's slippers are cutting a path towards a dark shadow standing in the distance.

I circle around him wide, and in the moonlight I can see him quite clearly, his golden eyes aglow against the stark landscape. I set my furry bundle at my paws, unable to resist speech.

"There was much to be said in that long-drawn note... it sounds as if your heart is heavily burdened... Devil of Diveen."

I speak in a dark sultry voice, one not quite so unlike my own.

17 years of Sin - Alias is My Alias - Haunted By Devil May Cry - Hunted By None - WarShield Of Taviora

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