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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beauty in the beast
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It has been too long since that trace of clear thinking came to me. My own demons chasing me down, taking every inch of myself and the personal light i hold for my other half. Shame that we were split in two, but better still that we had been, had we not...well...i am not entirely sure we would have been the same. Perhaps our collective spirit was too much to put into one soul. Either way, i am not partial to his absence, and my own mind suffers for it. This shows in the filthy state of my pelt; mats and debris cling into its silvery tufts, the once shining timbre of my voice has not been heard in some time. My eyes hold more of the danger in their depths, feral mindset not giving me any look but savage. So it is with the same intesity that Tobias hunts that I trail after this shred of sanity. My nose to the ground marks what i am doing, flag flying above my back to show the fact i am busy.

It is not until the large and odd grouping that i finally catch sight of him. Only too late do i realize he has not seen me and he is gone before my very eyes, like a ghost he has vanished and i am once again on his trail.

All the way to the riverside! What could he possibly want there? Mom's roses? When he slows, joy finally erupts through my being, its bright rays beating and winning against the darkness that takes us both.

"DONI!!!!" I shout to him, not caring if he doesn't see me or hear me yet. Blindly, i rush to him, into him. I crash headlong into his side, growing strength aimed to take him to the ground as i have always done, tongue not pausing to give him breath as it rasps over and over against his face. I have not felt so much joy, nor had so much clarity, since i wandered off from home. I show him just how much i missed him, and i prayed to all of the trees in the forest that he would not be angry with me.

My muzzle burrows deep into his fur and i lay on him, not really caring if he hurts me or tries to punish me for leaving, i am sure his bite is no worse than Tobias'.

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