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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My body relaxes completely as his paw presses upon my spine, letting his weight push the tension from my body. He groomed my fur, and said I smelled of others...what about the stench on his coat? "She smells of Diveen, but it is not our mother's scent that marrs your scent. And you say I reek." I growl jealously, vehemently. No bitch could touch him, I would kill them before it happened. Even the great Ava, his trainer, applied to my rule. I would have to go to his sessions, show him what Tobias taught me as I followed him and Flare through the loner lands.

I lay there beneath him, my voice never rising against him, the serenity to his chaos I suppose. My yellow and gold eyes look up to meet his gaze, or attempt to, rather. I never wanted this moment to end, it was far more than the bond we shared, more intimate, close, as if we had found some clue as to how to feel the closeness of the womb. I smile softly, remembering a time back in the womb, when we realized we had been split. He held onto me, holding me as he does now, his chest to my back, legs to my sides, my back pressed as close to him as I could.

"Never let me wander off again. Even of I must train with you, I do not wish to leave your side, Doni." I give his jaw a kiss, wedging my tongue beneath his jowl to lick at his fangs, begging for the scolding I know he longs to give me, what can I say. Like my father, I am a glutton for punishment, and like my mother, I love the pain trouble brings.

Only difference is, I won't let him go. I am no daddy's or mommy's girl, I am my brother's girl. And I mean it in every sense possible.

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