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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= I Dropped My Halo =
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It’s almost as if she’s trying not to look at me and really, that’s rather a new thing, I am ridiculously good-looking after all, in fact- that may well be the reason I am the founding sire of the largest bloodline to ever reside within this land- my good looks, my lineage famous for it and really I am entirely unused to being ignored in such a fashion. Maybe she’s blind. How very annoying that would be. Then again, I was rather sure she was looking at me before so that can hardly be the issue. One eye merely lifted at the reluctant sigh that seemed to spill from her lips. A sigh? Well now, isn’t that just precious. The sire of a bloodline, the most powerful King to ever reign, a veritable god among wolf kind as your imprint and I get a sigh? Well, fine then, maybe I don’t like you all that much either. In fact, aside from her exceptional pelt she really does not seem the type to intrigue me and yet the desire to touch her linger still, my soul rather determined to wrap itself around her, a need I deny it for now as I sit back upon my hunches. Maybe I am a little older then the rest but really, there is a reason I am the oldest male left in these lands. I’m a damn cunning thing and cocky or not, I am rather adorable, she’ll just have to learn to tolerate me as Cat Eye did, my first imprint and I having survived our imprinting for years, even baring a child together and a damn good one too. Hmm, it would seem to touch of winter still manages to insight some sort of feeling within me. Then again, I feel suggesting such things might not be taken all that well by the girl. Pity really.

Her words are almost….harsh, as if she is offended, my own lip curling slightly upward in some form of ready amusement at such a thing. Maybe she is not a pup or a young wolf, but compared to myself she may as well be and really, while I hadn’t exactly tried to insult her I am hardly surprised she took it that way, shoulder rolling in a shrug of sorts, violet eyes flashing with impish delight as I chuckled softly at her well-spoken retort. It has been a long time since I have felt the tug of an imprint, a long time indeed and the rush of…emotion her displeasure brings seems to afflict myself, if only momentarily.

“Tell me, do actually know what a Chicka is? Or do you just assume it is derogatory?”

Really, I’m rather infamous for my ability to have verbal brawls, she can try all she wants, she will not win- no one has ever won in my twenty years of life, but by all means- keep trying. Maybe she should consider herself lucky to have an intelligent imprint, after all, the very nature of such a bond assumes we are the perfect match for one another, so some part of her must appreciate intelligence I suppose. As for believing myself a God, well, I’m merely waiting for concrete proof, I’ve long suspected I may be as such though. How can a mere mortal wolf have done the things I have? I am the unofficial King of this land, that makes me at least a little godly. Her deadpan answer earns a momentary scowl before I simply continue, she is newer to these lands then, she can hardly be blamed for her own ignorance.

“Natu it is then. I am Heyel. As for knowing who I am it matters little for the moment. Tell me, have you heard of Angels, or of Diveen?”

I might as well found out what she knows so I can fill in the gaps. For now however this place seems a little open for my liking. Assassin training dies hard and indeed I dislike the possibility of being overheard. For my own safety I care little, I have had more attempts on my life then I care to count and all have failed so really, I hardly fear a sudden death. For this Natu however, my concerns are a little more realistic. There is more then one wolf whom would relish the chance at my soul, Natu is weakness, an exceptionally vulnerable one and the least I can do…I suppose, is make sure she understands. She needs to be safe- because I have no desire to see my soul torn apart. It would be a waste of such lovely hair.

“Which pack are you from?”

First things first after all, I need to know who I’m dealing with.



i dropped my halo
Soul of Natu
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