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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It stings as the cool autumn air hits the back of my neck. The few punctures there did nothing but irritate the skin, the thin and deep gashes on my scruff only burned a bit as I moved. As soon as I spot him, my head rises, my halved tail flicking up deliberately as one of Moladion's filth comes upon me. I remember what Pan said, to keep my head up. I let the wolf see the small cut on my chest, the scratches upon my skull.

In battle, one must lose their weaknesses, be it half of a long and beautiful tail, my hackles, or my beautifully savage face; I will have my throne, my dark rule draws closer the more I heal. He speaks, Latin refuse growing and leaping from his tongue.

"Do not use the Latin filth to me, disrespectful brute. Since you know the tongue, I don't suppose you would know a single handed enemy of Diveen when you spot her. You haven't been home in a long while though, so I suppose I can forgive your ignorance." I stare at him, waiting for the denial of allegiance to that brat queen. If he denies. He may just accept that I have assumed right, which would be lucky for me since I have been to the land enough to know some of them speak it. "What are your goals in life, may I ask." I am not really asking, I am telling him to tell me. Testing his patience just as he tests mine. My frame is strong despite the minor wounds I have suffered, the worst of which stung and protested as I moved to sit before him, a smirk upon my face. "Care to help a lady clean herself, boy? I cannot risk the ones upon my back getting infected. I will be injured again soon, and I need every speck of energy to fight others. And if you think of trying me, you will not get such an easy fight as I gave the Midget Queen." My reflective pink irises connect with the odd mix of his own, a promise is what I give to him, a promise of his blood down my throat should he decide to test me.

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