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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you steal my heart
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you are the light to my soul
Time seems nonexistent, it is as if the world had stopped in the face of her greatest fear. Though her body is present in this moment her mind is gone, lost in the past. The blood seemed to pool upon the plains, the rage of her mother, the lifeless forms of her uncle and father. Her heart seems to shatter all over again, an ache that seems to immobilize her. It hurt to breath, her lungs deprived of air as pale eyes look at the mother in what can be nothing but utter fear. Instincts scream at her, pull and push and yet she can do nothing but watch as the female charges. Limbs seems to quake and tremble, as she drowns in the sight before her; watching as she keeps getting closer and closer. A whimper escapes, as if the force of it could soothe to the beast. Tears welling in those pale eyes, as she stares down the same creature that had changed her life years ago.

It is when a sudden jab into her delicate shoulder does her eyes shut and a soft yelp escapes, as she falls to the earth below. Waiting for the pain of what she can only assume from a raging clawed hand. Yet it is the voice of another that seems to slip though and bring a piece of reality back to the child. Trying to blink away the shock as she trembles below as she seeks the unseen voice. Briefly does she catch a glance of him before he sweeps before her, heading towards the mass of beast. A sense of familiarity, she knew him or had met him. Yet her fear cannot allow her brain to process the details in this moment. As she watches in horror as he rushes bravely into the path between the two and forced a distraction. NO! Her mind scream, begs, and pleads. MOVE SEMELE! Another roar from the mother bear causes her to tremble but it also allows her to crawl back a mere step, pale eyes torn between the brave boy and the still protective mother.

She can taste her own fear, it taints the air. Yet watching him try and defend her is what finally stills her heart. For here was this boy that seemed adamant on saving her and she could not risk him becoming harmed due to her flaws. A whimper escapes her, watching in horror as he seems to dance around and dodge grasping paws. A step back and then another, she wants nothing more than to pull him with her. Ensure his safety just as he was doing for her. Her heart seems to swell and ache at the same time, both warm and cold. Step back. Her cream belly dragging along the earth as she pulls further away, the loss she feels at leaving him seems to splinter the painful pieces of her heart. Until finally reality seems to click and this is not the past, she can run and be safe, hoping the boy would follow. She stands quickly a weak cry reaching out to the handsome boy as she turns and runs. Guilt, fear, and pain lingering still yet as she forces those delicate and toned limbs to their breaking point. Each step away that separates her from him is like a knife in her lungs. Until tears well up and spill from those now dull eyes. Her vision blurred and stained, her sight impaired. So when her feet become entangled, she can do nothing more than fall. The impact of her chest upon the earth knocks the air from her lungs as she slides briefly upon the soil.

The pain aches and her limbs seem to melt beneath her as she attempts to stand, but she must. Her head shifting as she attempts to spot the boy through blurred vision. No longer can she hear the confrontation nor smell the scent of either. Finally finding her footing, she is forced to pace. Just unsure where she has ended along the riverside. Disoriented, yet utterly focused on seeking out the boy. The fear she had felt from the bear now replaced with the safety of the boy, the utter need to make sure he is safe will not be calmed until he comes or is found. To think he could be harmed on her behalf shatters her resolve as a painful howl seeps from her lips, calling him, seeking him... wanting him. The sputtering in her heart seemingly choking the air from her lungs as whispered apologies seem to rasp from her lips.
you hold me in your hands
TWO - CRONE OF SPIRANE - JAEGER'S SOUL - NO    HEART - IFRIT & EVERLYSE

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