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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Posted on September 18, 2014 at 01:54:11 AM by ky


The razor’s edge of grace. Ky may have been kicked around, but she was bright. Maybe the girl was starting to resent the fact she was becoming a trope—the unlikely protagonist. She was the protagonist in her own damn story, and yet here she was. Out alone. Cold, though it was mid spring. That was what happened when you were so god be damned small. She was pretty, but she was too tiny to be good for anything—that’s what they’d said. The bloodstains on her jaw… she’d been allowed to believe that she hadn’t been born with them, and maybe that was her fault. They’d taught her thing they shouldn’t have, they’d put false thoughts in her head. They’d put false hopes in her head.

It’s not all nurture, some of it’s pure nature. Pure innocent instinct. Instinct… isn’t always innocent. How little innocence Ky had left… that was funny. She couldn’t really think herself through, so she couldn’t tell you. Instead, the dancer made her way across the ground with the most graceful moments you’d ever seen—a dancer, especially in the fading daylight. Nights were getting shorter and days were getting longer, so why not wander for longer? She was enchanted by the fading light and the way her shadow chased her slender limbs across the ground. Ky watched the darkness where it spread from her feet, and she couldn’t help that wonderful feeling that wrapped her up, made her feel. Made her feel nearly invincible.

Confidence was something that she was generally short on, and yet here she was. Square shoulders and a high head, the fastest runner in all the land… the fastest runner she herself had ever met. Compact and graceful and brilliant. Absolutely and entirely brilliant in her own way, in the fading sunlight. Dusk and cold would come soon, and she’d retreat to her burrow closer to the river, but for now… for now she could race her shadow.
young kentucky girl in a pushup bra
ky
southern girl with a scarlet drawl




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