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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And My Heart Goes Boom-Boom-Boom
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Posted on December 2, 2014 at 08:13:04 PM by Faline

... Have You Seen Her... Just One Stray Cat...

Lush, emerald eyes that seem to imbue the very spirit of the jungle, look upon the gathered wolves from afar. The woman's head tilts, perplexed and perturbed. She has seen this manner of festivity transpire before. And at that time, the most insufferable, egotistical cretin became her avid stalker. That wolf, Helios.... had done something to her. Something that to this very day she could not understand.

It was like, somehow he'd managed to bind her to him, and from that moment on she had been hyper aware of his presence, or absence....
She had even felt it when the connection had been broken, and known the very moment Helios had taken his final breath.

At that time, she had thought it some manner of trickery or sorcery. But now that she has resided here in Moladian for a time she has come to learn more of this thing the locals called 'Imprinting'. But Gods know, the golden brindle vixen sure as Hell did not want a repeat of the last episode. Still, she cannot help but watch from a close but decidedly safe distance, some morbid part of her curiosity wishing to be sated by witnessing the bond ignited by those within the crowd.

She is a petite thing, but strong and oozing with a fluid grace that bordered on perfection. For in Faline's mind, she is the epitome of perfect. She is settled even now, upon her haunches, the luxuriant plume of her tail curled about dainty paws as she sits poised and erect, ears pricked fro to listen to the voices.


Tigress ~ 8 Lives Lived ~ My Pride ~ My Cat's Meow ~ My King Cat Daddy~

She's Not the Same Girl ... Running With the Pack


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