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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ANYONE: how come you won't die?
IP: 70.67.87.107
Posted on December 4, 2014 at 10:55:12 PM by Paldor



His mind has never been perfect even as a pup he had been different, he saw things that other males of his birth pack would never see, dreamed things so full of horror.. death as gruesome as it could get. Males had never seen the future and never should see it, the male psyche is a weak and pitiful creation that surrenders to easily to the world. You may be in the bushes watching the strange white wolf as he slanders into the riverside like a drunk man, he is more gone now than he's ever been in his life.

The thirteen year old male certainly had seen better days, his white pelt would normally be a bright snowy white with light fluff around his nape from her near addictive grooming... it was now a thinned out dingy yellow craggy coat, his frame had always been slight and more built for speed and agility over aggression and brawn... was now emaciated and frail. Ever since Ruv had left in the middle of the night he had gone down hill, even now it was obvious that he was not all there in the head.

"No... no... your wrong!" he issues under his breath in a broken rage. "I wish I was old friend but things don't change you know this to be true." The cacophony of voices spoke in his head with casual intent as it goaded him further into madness, "no... Not right... Very wrong so wrong..." he mumbles under his breath in a confused manner as he got closer and closer to the rivers edge, shaking his head feebly as a soft wind brings the scent of rotten meat, it has been weeks since he had a large meal and had he been of sound mind he would have known about the threat this meal will be for him. He licks his lips like a maniac killer about to take his latest victim.

But what is this? "what indeed is this... and just what do they think they are doing with our meal?" the voices nibbled at his brain, his lips peel back in displeasure at the intrusion upon his personal space and kill. You might be watching from the distance or you could be one of those in the water, perhaps you haven't eaten a bite and in some way he is about to save your life... perhaps he is too late. What ever the option was he wastes little time in launching himself off the edge, into the water in one quick and near silent motion except for his vicious snarls and the clicking snapping motion of his jaws, he aims first for one driven by hunger and a near desperation "you will not take my meal" he roars in his deranged voice as he slogs through the water opening his jaws wide. Today he would dine and dine well, or so he thinks.

"this is how he speaks"
"The voices in his head"

Arctic Wolf | Male | Thirteen | Auspex | Ruvindra | no bond | Iromar

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I don't really mind who posts to this, enemy or friend.. Just no more than two wolves please its hard to do to big of a group and I don't want him to die just yet xD


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