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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Posted on May 11, 2014 at 03:06:03 AM by Shiloh



|no matter what we breed|

Another day and another trip out of Diveen. It was fast becoming a repeatedly endeavor in her attempt to curry favor of her mother by completing her pack task. So far Ambrosia, a sister she had not met, had not moved up in rank so Shiloh was trying her damndest to beat the unknown face of her kin. There were so many of them - her kin, that is. She didn't know the majority of her pack but she was certain she was related to over half of them. It made for weird tip-toeing. Angels were born to be perfect in all things. Somehow she had always known this and always been self-concious about her deformed paw. It had taken much of her first year as a pup to learn how to walk without stumbling and without hurting herself and much of the last few months to learn grace and poise. As time passed so did her realization of how to appear in certain ways - sometimes appearances were all it took to deceive the viewer from the truth.

Today she wasn't worried as much about finding someone to take home to Diveen as much as just exploring. With her friend's recent attack it left a lot of strange feelings within Shiloh, namely the budding of her ferocious anger. She could sometimes be a bit hasty with her wariness but she had tempered it much with patience but the memory of Aviias's bloody figure makes her want to hunt down the vagabond that had done that to her friend. Not that anyone knew who it was. And she had only had a brief encounter with her other friend - her secret friend - Nogitsune, a Prince of Iromar. If her mother knew about Nogitsune... well, it probably wouldn't be good. After all she was a Princess of the Angels.

As her broad figure moves at the edge of the riverside her royal blue eyes catch sight of the male walking in the direction of Glorall. As she trails him a hint of breeze tosses the scent of salt back to her nostrils and for a moment she pauses mid-stride - should she bother him if he already has a home? But if he did why was he out here hunting? Her thoughts churn until finally she shakes them free and launches her body towards him at a trot. Shiloh casts herself to the left so she can keep a distance from him as she angles herself closer, noting the limp creature within his jaws with a faint rumbling of her stomach. But hunger can be set aside.

"Hello!" Her voice is no over-eager like some younger wolves. It is reserved but friendly, dulcet and strong. "Sorry to bother you," she starts but really she isn't sorry or she wouldn't be doing it right? "But I couldn't quite tell if you are from Glorall or not and if not I wished to extend an invitation to visit Diveen if you would like." Maybe not the best conversation starter ever but she was doing her duty. But as she draws closer her eyes narrow on his red markings and she is confused for a moment - he resembles a demon but did not smell of Iromar. She had grown used to the boggy smell that clung to Nogitsune like a second skin. "I am Shiloh by the way."

S H I L O H
| we still are made of greed |
one year old - Third Princess of Diveen - no heart/no soul - Kane x Isola
daughter of sunlight and shadows

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