Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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Then the strongest heart grows old
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Sinclair
Then the Strongest Heart Grows Old


It had been quite sometime since the white brute had taken to leave Glorall. Last he could recall he left Glorall to visit Diveen for his final task in going up to his rank of Achilles. Now with that obtained he was training the young of his pack as well as keeping himself in fine form. He wandered from the pack though admittedly not very far. He didn’t really feel a need too, though it was strange that he chose to wander around another river rather than into a valley. It was just what was most comfortable for the warrior he guessed. Sin was happy and being around rivers that he grew up around was simply his niche despite most of his family living within Diveen.

Winter never really had been a season that was super interesting for him. Always it was just another season that was until this year. The difference was all previous years he was too young and he didn’t have a mate to consider, but now with Cersei officially declared as his mate, well they could have children if they wished. Should they though? It was something that never crossed his mind though he certainly would love if someday they had children. So Sin really was in agreeance with the brute, winter for years had been boring for others it was the most exciting time of the year. It rescinded his previous thoughts for Sinclair for really it could be exciting, just maybe not this year.

His eyes wandered up river further and spotted the much larger male, his scent was fresh new to Moladion and it had been quite some time since Sinclair had met a non Moladion native. A slight smile crossed his maw as he approached not worried for the moment about being attacked, he was skilled enough that really none but potentially alphas really worried him if they wished to harm him. ”Hello, Stranger.” He started bowing his head slightly to the larger male red and violet eyes not leaving him for the moment. Hopefully he would get a friend out of this and not an enemy, it wasn’t like the mostly white boy was hard to get along with afterall.

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