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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My heart's a battleground (Otsoa)
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Posted on May 8, 2014 at 02:59:22 AM by c l e m e n t i n e




That power is yet unknown

That power is yet unknown







I stop at the edge of the riverbank, watching the lights of the morning fade and play on the moving water. Always in motion and never once stopping, so unlike me because I am in all but a standstill. I have lost all direction in my own life, and my own demise is something another she-wolf had forced me to escape, and in a way she had denied me my escape. I wonder why the woman had decided to take an interest in saving me from myself, a soft sigh leaves my lips as I walk along the river bank, my steps delayed and slow. My mind is fogged and unsteady, open and perhaps dangerously so, anything could happen today.

Bright aqua eyes are clouded in thought, mind slowed as so many strange things whirl in my mind, clogging up any and all rational thought, a troubled smile on my lips, almost as if life is some big dumb joke to me, well life should give me a break. I feel myself calming slowly as my paws traverse the riverbank, the chaotic tangle of thoughts beginning to soothe, almost as if the water is carrying away my troubles, as if it is my sweetest friend. The sun warms my pristine white coat to a warm rosy golden edged glow, and peace finally began to envelop me. Bright aqua eyes peer from their contrasting black masks into the slowly darkening sky, for already I can see the outline of the moon, waxy and luminous, oh how I longed to sing to the moon's radiant light. As I remember my deceased family I shivered, who had risked everything to save me when fire fell from the skies, and in the end they had, but they had perished, and I miss them.

Memories were taking up my mind, guarding me from my own darker thoughts, the ones that corrupted me. Memories of me as a very young puppy, and with all my siblings were gathered around when mother and father introduced me to them. Now my life felt kind of empty, with no family matters to think about, because they were all gone.




Dragged by the power of dreams

Dragged by the power of dreams



the mirage priestess of diveen

That power is yet unknown




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