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.

Return to Lunar Children

To Make Me Dream of You
IP: 70.182.97.238
Posted on April 23, 2014 at 03:01:34 AM by Kiska




He doesn't know what to think of me. I can see it in the way he stares, the sheer potency of his golden gaze piercing me with a mixture of curiosity, anxiousness and perhaps a bit of wariness. Good. Confusion was good- it meant he was still fooled by my guise.

Auds quiver at his spoken words. His every subtle movement is absorbed and observed. Retinas lightly skim the dark points of his physique, the way his muscles grow taught in my nearness, the way his fur stands at attention when I circle. It seems I am not the only one immune to this intoxicating chemistry that has for so long frothed between us...

But only I know why.

"Is that your way of admitting you are weak?" It is a pragmatic statement, perhaps a stab to his ego spurned from my own frustrations.

It had not been like I'd wanted to leave- to give up the only wolf I ever held dear to my heart that wasn't of my own blood. I'd had no choice, and sometimes, what we Want and what we Need are two entirely different things. Now I lead a new Life, one I find quite fulfilling even if it lacks that certain... romantic spark.

"Your reputation precedes you, you know... Rumor has it you are quite the Monster to reckon with. A murderer, some say, a savage beast that is both revered and feared..."

It is difficult not to close the space between us, and I allow myself to indulge, if only just slightly. I step close, ballatrix pads ever so gentile upon the face of the earth and I lean in, my muzzle sliding with silk-like ease past his, lips parting on a sigh upon his cheek, dark luxurious voice rolling like velvet across my tongue into the cusp of his ear.

"...But I'm not scared of the big bad wolf." A conspiratorial whisper drips with a teasing tenor.

Dual-toned gems glitter brazenly in the dark and I retreat only enough so that our eyes can meet, our breath shared in the crisp night air.

"Perhaps for a night you might shed your burdens in favor of more pleasant company then that of misery... this small scrap of flesh is hardly enough to wet my appetites, would you be inclined to join me in a midnight bloodbath?"

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

Picture (c) wolf250 :: Wolf Depicted (c) Darcia


Replies:

Post a reply:
Name:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->