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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Death Makes Angels of Us All
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death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

I stand here quietly within the brush. It is obvious my presence has gone unnoticed. I do not mean to pry, but I find her actions extremely confusing. I have never met another wolf that would bury the remains of prey. I understand burying another wolf especially if they are a friend, parent, loved on, or pack member, but to a rabbit and its bleached skull…I did not know. As I approach her and make a soft woof, my quiet russet paws barely make track in the soggy ground below, my fluffy plume waving behind me in a friendly manner. I am quite a shy creature and I am not one to approach others so willingly. But she seems okay she seems safe. As she speaks I tilt my head to the side still curious.


“It is your fortune to burry a skull? Please tell me how that is?”


My cold nose wiggles slightly as I catch her scent. It is unfamiliar. She has traveled in lands that are not of here. She is a newcomer. A loner. Like Mother. I am quite the friendly lupine. I hope she can tell. I hope she did not come from the same lands as Mother. In Mothers’ lands she was out casted and considered a monster. The light grey mark on her forehead, like the russet one in mine, marked us as Monsters fated to bring death to all around them. Yet I am not like that. I am not a killer. I do not want to be and I do not try to be. I take a tentative step forward not wanting to barge in on her personal space. I lower my dial slightly in a respectful greeting as I slip my own name to her.


“My name is Raven and it is a pleasure to meet you Adelia.”


I cannot help but notice the rosemary at her feet. I do not know much about plants, but only a few things. Sen had made me eat a lot of plants, plants that I still do not know what they do or what their purpose is. Some tasted good and others disgusting, but whatever their job was…it worked. Iromar is in need of healers. If she knows the art well then I think she would be a great fit. She seems very kind too. Perhaps I can bring her and show her a place she can call home.


“Do you know a lot about plants, are you a healer?”


Raven.
4 year | No Love | Wraith | Iromar | Tick Tock x Chael

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