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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He was irritated, but what else was new? LIterally nothing. LIterally, in the most personally disgusting way, nothing. He almost wished one of his obnoxious siblings was around to do the entertaining. At least then he'd have something to occupy his time with. At least then he'd have something to do that wasn't stare at his own paws, picking at the grass around his bony haunches.

The fields were simply an in-between. There was something about them that harbored the noncommittal feelings in his soul absolutely perfectly. No commitments required in this place... hell, could have been a brothel for all he cared. It was hard to get him to muster a single fuck these days, which could suck when he really needed something to get off o-- right. We weren't going there, it was supposed to be a family friendly show. Still, Dimitri wouldn't have turned down a man with a deep voice that would make him feel like he belonged for a few hours.

What the hell was going through his head? Immediately disgusted with his own feelings, the illusionist needed fresh blood in his system. Though it was a resounding fall day, he figured that he could probably catch a fish or a snake or somethingby the lake itself. That would work. It would fill his belly enough to turn around and have something to puke back up later. At least then he'd be satisfied for a little bit. It would stop the gnawing feeling that had made a home inside his chest, and that was all that mattered.

To the edge of the water, that was where he made his way. That was where Dimitri sat and stared, blank and cold, into the grey surface of the water. What the hell was he trying to do, anyway?

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