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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The rapturous three year look ups, obsidian and crimson ears twitching. Muzzle dripping with the fresh new blood of this year's prodigy the demon is a sight to behold. With early morning sunlight draping itself across her lush young body, haloing her form like an angel, her beauty is evident. She was the descendant of angels and it was evident in the way she so resembled her grandmother, with her slight yet elegant build and soft feminine features. Yet it has gone unnoticed to the girl.

Beauty was inconsequential it would not get her the next meal she needed or the pack that was her birthright. It was the skills honed year after year that truly brought her a feeling of self satisfaction and pleasure. Ivory daggers drop down to the lifeless puppy pinned down beneath pure alabaster paws, now splattered with the blood of the innocent, once her eyes have confirmed she was still alone.

Normally she enjoyed a challenge when she hunted; three helpless mewling puppies stumbling upon her sleeping form had been too much of an opportunity to pass however. Now two of the three bodies lay picked clean the demonic beauty taking her time with the last corpse as she picked it apart.

Warm spring air blows a familiar scent her way, the familiar stranger also boasting the scent of Asteraia. It enough to send her long pink tongue out the clean the blood from her muzzle as Gehenna now focuses intently on her surroundings. Letting the skills she had honed after living deaf for her entire life take over the demon waits..Sensitive paws stay plaster flat against the ground feeling the vibrations from all around her as eyes and nose scout what they can from her vantage point. Someone was coming.
Gehenna.
run, run as fast as you can, because once I catch you that's it, the end


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