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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365 Heavens to Destroy
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Posted on December 2, 2014 at 09:54:40 PM by † D ' M A N A C O †



Carrion always lured the beast. Acrid aroma is a sickly-sweet twang lingering in the air... a tantalizing temptation to the barbaric savage as he stalks towards the source of the scent. Venomous yellow eyes, cut through by bolts of indigo, hone in on the flock of lupine vagabonds gathering near the river's edge. Hackles bristle and the titan's massive tread falls short.

His vision scans the entire expanse unfurling before him, agitation mounting as ear lace back to pin against the nape of his skull. Fuck. The curse slithers through D'Manaco's mind. The varg despised any form of social activity. His temper is a ticking time bomb, and all it took to fall into madness was a little push. Over the years he has managed some semblance of control over his inner Demon, only by enacting a mask of Automaton standards can he keep the blackouts at bay. Keep the blood-thirsting Werewolf within him from being unleashed to bath with world in a masochistic blood-bath.

He is a massive beast. The largest male present, by what he gathers. It would be easy to plunge his way through the bodies to get that which he came seeking. From his vantage he has a clear view of the carcass, half submerged into the river itself. It looked to be a moose. Or perhaps a very large elk. He can't be certain. But the risk it placed upon the lives of the males and females accumulating in droves made it clear that he would find no feast here.

Little did D'Manaco know that it is a mixed blessing, for the carcass that lures him is indeed rancid... to the point of toxic. Even now those individuals dining on it's hide or even drinking from the waters are being infected. He settles upon his haunches, resigning to the fact he will have to hunt another day. Turbulent eyes linger over the figures swarming together below.... lingering upon the faces of the females.





† D ' M A N A C O †


365 Heavens To Destroy

Bastard † 9 years of Filth † Monster Spawn of Abraxas & Teagan




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