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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''WHAT DO WE SAY TO THE LORD OF DEATH?''
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"Not today"
GEHENNA, CHILD OF JAIDAH & REAVER




Gehenna moved through the grasses in her eerily silent way, her paws naturally finding a silent path for her to move on. It was something she was not even capable of being aware of, a gift fate had seen fit to grant her after robbing the girl of her ability to hear. Yes, the world moved around her in dead silence, yet much to fates chagrin, she is sure, the demonic angel liked the silence. She had learned to read lips after two years of being talked at and only out of desire to understand those who matter, but after realizing just how pointless most of the conversation was she had lost any envy of those who could hear, it might've been nice to hear when someone approached but it would not have been worth it to have to listen to irrelevant babbling of the canine population, at least not when her other senses could be honed to help make up the difference.

The sweltering heat of the summer sun beat down on her russet and black laced body as she drew closer to the lake, her lithe body moving at a quick pace easily managed by her long legged frame. Widow had disappeared on her, probably with her stupid imprint. Gehennas solemn face fills with anger as her russet and obsidian lips rise releasing a low snarl. Boys were stupid and her sister was catching the stupid as she was catching feelings for the boy. Gehenna would not call it envy, no, and she did not feel penitent the boy could not compare to her on any level and she was not twisted in a way where she wanted to be with her sister in that sense, she was just sure he was a vile stupid creature, undeserving of a wolf from a line as amazing as theirs. It was her sister she worried for the boy was definitely not good enough and besides Widow was hers.

The grass quickly turns to sand beneath her alabaster paws, the late afternoon sun already turning it hot to the touch, and she doesn't stop until she is at the waters edge the damp sand from the receded tide a relief from the dry blistering dunes. Vibrant teal eyes outlined in black peer around scouting the area as she inhales deeply searching for any hidden threats around her before she lowers her elegantly crafted face to the water. Summer had just begun and already she could not wait for fall.

TWO YEARS, HER BLOOD BRINGER & HER SOUL REAPER, OF THE FIELDS
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