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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MAGNUS
|| 5 Years || Heartless || Haunts Fjallraven’s Soul ||


He was a beast, while he knew the brute was larger size didn’t always matter in battle, plus it helped that the male was beyond his threshold of anger and rage from seeing fangs touch that of his imprint. Even if Magnus himself didn’t want to his innate instinct to protect her beyond all else even at the cost of his life was there. He would fight this bastard and his bitch until she was safe or he was dead, whatever came first.

His rage flared further when he saw him lay fang on her once more. It felt like fire was the only thing in his chest, burning, burning rage. As they crashed together he was ready, Magnus found his fangs purchase upon the brute’s neck, not caring the thick fur that filled his mouth he was determined to draw blood no matter what. He was a bit breathless from the shoulder running into them, though taller he wasn’t all that much heavier than him either. When the brute reached around the long-legged male kicked away thankful for the speed that his mother gave him along with the great strength of his father and uncle. Magnus was not a pushover and Reaver would have found out should the brute’s gaze not have found the white woman attacking his soul once more.

A vicious snarl came to his maw mostly white eyes shooting to her before his white toed paws propelled him towards her next. His hackles were at full rise now moving to cut her off now from Fjallraven. She was on the ground helpless to her fangs. If Reaver attempted to cut him off he would snap at him again, either the same point on the neck or his face and rip and tear and be only a moment before backing off to go for the white witch again. If not he would run right up to her maw wide aiming for her own muzzle to rip the flesh or break the jaws that dared touch his imprint’s flesh. He would see to them both in time that girl needed to get away though and distracted as he was with her two attackers he didn’t see Malacath grab her after she put some distance between them. He didn’t care soon as he was aware they would give up the chase he would stay his own fangs for now though he was a monster in a beast’s flesh and would protect her until the bitter end.

((Sorry if its short and stuff Dx just didn't want to hold this thread up and been busy D'x))

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It's where my demons hide.
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