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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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Spirit
Change for me or Change for everyone


Her giggling didn't stop her from see him grin, the sight changed her heart rate, it made her happy to see him happy. It seemed the more she relaxed, the more comfortable that he felt as well. His continuing of the joke sent her into another fit giggles, while the wink brought a hot feeling to her cheeks. She really wasn't used to being treated such a way, but that didn't mean it was bad she was just slightly unsure of how to react.


After her question he chuckles uneasily before seating himself in front of her. She did find his towering mass a bit intimidating, however now that she was more comfortable it didn’t seem to affect her as negatively as it had.


She listened to every word he said, she felt the need to know him more and he was fulfilling, it the least she could do was lend him her ears. She looked at the ground between her paws as she felt heat rise to her face from modesty at his charming words. She thought for a moment on just how much she should tell him, how much she was willing to tell him. A warriors job wasn't an easy task, Spirit knew that, despite typically avoiding fights. She was impressed he had made it to lead warrior within his pack, but she figured with the responsibility came some hard decisions. "Well there's not much to tell, I was born to the alphas of a nomadic pack from the north. It was a good, that is, until..... We had a falling out and I’ve been on my own since then. I’ve always been more the hunter type myself." she still had some pride left, though different from most others, as such it wouldn't allow her to tell anyone that she had been left behind; no matter how much she wanted or didn't want too.



this is her thoughts this is her speaking
~~Female~~8 years ~~ no mate~~ Key holder of Vincent’s soul~~no pack~~


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