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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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I'm a MotherF**cking M O N S T E Reverlast
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Posted on September 22, 2015 at 03:35:56 PM by M A R S

Hello, I'm a monster too
What poisons me is what poisons you.

The monster stalked through the long grasses, muscle rolling beneath his ivory fur. He may have been getting older but for now he is still in his prime and still a sight to behold. Graced pale white with long thick muscled wrapped legs, a broad chest, and chiseled body with only the faint strawberry marking dropping down from between his eyes to line his muzzle staining him, his parents might've done the world a favor making such a beautiful creature, had their own psyches not tainted him and created instead a beautiful monster. The perfect killing machine with an attractive facade to lure his prey in.

Old blood from his last meal stains his ivory muzzle and is splattered on his chest, its scent marking him the monster that he is and it makes him grin. It's a broad toothy grin, that for some reason looks more menacing and chill inducing than a normal smile. Its pulled to his lips as he remembers his most recent triumph and meal. The fear, the weakness had rolled off the wolf in waves as it asked why him, disgusting Mars. Really had not he done the world a favor, it had been a nonevent, wolf had put up a meager fight if it could have been called that. It was nothing the world would miss.

Grass turns to sand beneath behemoth paws as Mars comes to stand before the lake a warm breeze paying with his fur. Water laps at his toes as the monster just stands at the shoreline for a moment examining the island in the center before pushing himself into the cool water, his decision made. It was not curiosity that drove him, no he barely cared about the small island, it was merely instinct. His instinct to know all the land around him and make sure his scent filled every inch, including the island in the lake that he pulls his soaking massive form onto.

M A R S
Into these animals we grew
But when we were young our eyes were blue.

Age fifteen years
Sex Male
Property Non
Genetics Arsenic x Death Note
Obsessed with No One
Bonded None
Progeny None

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everyone creates the *thing* they dread - By ever*last October 1, 2015 at 01:15:15 AM
I'm a MotherF**cking M O N S T E R - By M A R S October 20, 2015 at 01:56:06 PM
everyone creates the *thing* they dread - By ever*last October 24, 2015 at 02:34:49 AM

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