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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open: why do you haunt me like you do?
IP: 70.67.86.153
Posted on March 30, 2015 at 08:57:19 PM by Paldor



He should be thankful of the strange white wolf that had overpowered him and taken away the only meal he had been able to eat in weeks, his crooked, craggy, cantankerous old ass shuffled into the mob of wolves and began snapping at those in his way. Some how the grumpy old man had managed to live fourteen years and all he had to show for it was a tall, lanky and emaciated body covered in stuffy white fur died a yellow cream with lack of maintenance. He only wished he was dead, then maybe he'd finally have some peace in his life, miserable from the beginning Ruvindra had been the one thing he cared about... 'didn't you fuck that one up?' he shakes his head and begins to mumble under his breath, only a handful said loud enough for those close by to hear " shut up...... no I didn't...... what does that matter..." the voices crackled at his attempt to be scary when he only sounded hurt and confused.

"You're so pathetic!" they hissed at him, poking his mind with taunts and names "no... stop... I... I didn't... I am not pathetic!" he slams his haunches down on the ground and snarls, "if you'd shut up she'd still be here" he whispered to himself, they'd all have stayed.. his son's, flesh and blood... "they don't care about you, why should they? You abandoned all of them, that's what you do best, abandon everyone!" his crooked tail flashed across his paws as he stood a bit straighter. "not true... Vain's good son" "only so he could claim your title" the voices caw at him, his eyes the only thing still a pure white like snow without a drop of color or black pupil he looks blind as he peers at the crowd with hooded eyes... they crunch up slightly and then grow wide almost in fright. "That's right old man... your imprint awaits you."

Today was not that day but he had always feared this day would come, his mouth feels dry but a thin line of slobber hangs down and dangles before it drops to the ground, the voices know his inner fear and use it to control him and cause him much grief.

"paldor"
" voices in head"

Arctic Wolf | Male | Fourteen | Ex-Auspex of Iromar| Ruvindra | no bond | Wanderer

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