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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Wisdom, justice, or love
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Posted on December 2, 2014 at 09:55:30 PM by Sabre



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Mongrels. Arrogant, ignorant, stupid things they were. Light cobalt blue and intense, deep emerald watch almost every movement of theirs. They are all collected around a diseased ridden elk, and I am comfortably away from them. Comfortably, and intelligent, at that. For each wolf that was present was utterly asinine in the face of Death- none of them knew what lay in store for them. I have seen sickness, I have seen disease, and the dead bull elk that lay within the shallows absolutely reeks of it. This is the result of soft breeding, of a soft life. None of them knew anything about anything, and it was absolutely, proposterously disgusting.

With a derisive snort to no one but myself, I am content from my vantage point in the shadows, watching, waiting, for whatever might come. None of them interest me, for they are far too dull and stupid for my tastes. That girl I had met a few days ago- now she was something to enjoy. Young as she may be, she had very much reminded me of my Starr, and the thought is even enough to bring a momentary smile to my lips. Momentary being the keyword. But as soon as it comes, the moment is passing, fleeting, and I am once more brought to attention upon the outside world. Words are passed around the gathering, but I don't heed the voicese enough to listen, or to care. Sure, there may be some interesting folk present, and sure I might very well be passing up a prime opportunity. But, frankly, I just didn't fucking care. They could do what they wanted, have all they wanted, die as they wanted. And I would just keep going forward, to whatever might come next. I know my time is slowly ticking down, and though I am by no means an old man quite yet, it is coming.

And I am content to wait for it, wait within the shadows in my silence as I have always done. Away from those pathetic ingrates.

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