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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Just A Rainbow In the Dark
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I Can Barely Look At You
But Every Single Time I Do,
I Know We'll Make It Anywhere
Away From Here




Keeping Danaerys safe and well fed, along with seeing to the lessons she would need to prepare her for her life as an adult was something that kept my mind busy and well occupied most of the time. But the older my baby sister got, the more independent she became, and now she was spending much of her time roaming the freelands.

I expect that her male friend leo had something to do with these spontaneous disappearances, but in all honesty I was glad she had a friend to get her mind away from the endless struggles the course of her life had taken.

I've spied her on more then one occassion sparring and hunting with the boy, and it gladdened my heart to know there was more then one wolf keeping a guarding eye upon the rightful heir of the mountain.

It was still hard to believe my mother was gone. And not just gone on one of her many Shaman Quests this time. She was gone, for real. Every time the mountain loomed in the peripheries, catching at my gaze and holding it captive, I find myself wanting to venture closer. Wanting to take and reclaim it to it's rightful family.

But I resist, for it was never my place. I'd discarded my right to be the next ruler in line to the throne long ago, my fate given to wander the hillsides as a gypsy.

And today, my wandering paws come across one of the most peculiar spectacles that takes place seasonally within moladian. Groups of wolves, pack and rogue alike are drawn together inexplicably, lured by some unknown force, most likely the calling of the Imprint Bond.

Indeed many do discover their imprints, and though I've never paid much attention to the whole notion of this kind of 'Love at First Sight', I am curious enough to be drawn towards the edge of the gathering and take a seat lightly, watching the ordeal from afar like some occult novelty.
...You've Been the Only Thing That's Right In All I've Done...


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