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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beauty in the beast
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Feral, this is what I am now. From civilized and playful to dark and wild. It was so easy to step into what I assume is my other half's mindset, to see in all clarity why I am his remedy and why he is my clarity. I do not think I had realized it before, these bouts of fitful unrest of the dark souled being housed within my shell. Or rather she had been. The white demon has since stopped shouting at me to find her prodigy, her jade eyes no longer haunted my dreams. It leaves me feeling...hollow, irritable, and...feral. I want blood, it is all i can see in my dizzied haze of confusion and rage, a thin veil of crimson staining my vision as i march toward the gathering. Yellow gaze sees not a single detail about the crowd, only who displays weakness. These seem to call out to me, those with upraised tails or heads, the ones who show their fangs and bite. Mine is a special concoction of crazy. One i am all too aware of.

Silvery gowned and black cloaked bodice seems to shiver with vitality each time i take a step or make a twich, the strands cast in a healthy light as i make my way through the throng, molten gold and tourmaline eyes moving gracefully to each face, meeting the kaliedescope of colored gazes who happen to look back. It is obvious this is a mere trick of the eye, my gaze lets all who look at it know i look straight through them. I search, moving like an ethereal sprectre through the group of wolves, my eyes probing each set i come across for the one pair that will truly exist. The one set that will restore my natural mind, and keep this feral beast at bay. Until i find that set, i may as well start some trouble.

Lets just say if i dont find what im looking for, i'll rip everything apart until i find my brother.

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