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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when justice isn't enough (open)
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It cannot be said how long it is I have been a vagrant, a vagabond, a vigilante heart. And by that, I suppose I mean to tell you that I have been wandering with myself and my ideals a very long time, and have somehow grown rather...idle. I do not believe that I have given them up, I suppose I am simply trying to convey a need foe purpose.

I am not a violent wolf, most of the time, though I have been known to be brash, full of myself, and rather obstinate when I feel the need to be such. What can I say? I know who and what I am, my knowledge far surpassing even the smartest of my once pack. May they rot in Tartarus for eternity. One simple order, they could not bring themselves to subjugate their existence to a wolf who was so big-headed. Just because my vocabulary is much broader than their own.

I have finished with them, disbanded the pack, and come to find this spectacle of a home. My white paws carried me across the plains, through thickly planted grasses and hills of the northeast, my blonde and black body had made it so I could be almost invisible to the victims of prey I could find. Yes, if I were ever to be victorious enough to own that bit of land, I would claim it instantly. I would beat any competitor, be it with my strength or my mind, or a rather vivacious mixture of both.

This day had been a bit unproductive as far as feeding goes, but I was certain I would catch something eventually. My masked visage roams over the area I have come to now, a kind of marshland by a swampy pack land if I am to be bold enough to guess. White tipped ears swivel around to catch the cawing of the blackbirds behind and to either side of me, the autumn air brought a chill and the scent of dried and fallen leaves, dirt, other wolves, prey, grasses, and water to my sensitive nose. This day has seen a high amount of clouds hang about in the air, the overcast sky promising rain, their deep grey faces enough to block the sun from shining, making it just that much colder.

I walk on, coming to a halt at the edge of a stream, lapping up at icy and refreshing water to invigorate my body and become more than the slothful beast before you now. I needed contacts, someone to give me work, or at the very least, someone to talk to.

Surely, I am not the only beast within this place.

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