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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So Mote It Be...
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As the storm began to grow in earnest the young pup could feel something grow inside her as well. While lightning raced across the sky and reached down to earth with is crackling fingers she could feel a fire start in her veins. Each clash of thunder had her heart beating harder in her chest. The sight was breath taking. Pressed against Zeus’ body her own trembled occasionally when the louder cracks of thunder shook the earth. One look up at the calm and collect wolf though and suddenly the pup was determined to be as cool as he in the face of the chaos that ripped the skies above them apart. Stealing her courage she took a step away from his large form and stepped to the front of their shelter. She dared not step out into the rain. She stood, her eyes dancing with the lightning. Little time passed before her tail started waving at the sights. A smile on her face, she watched the show, determined to one day feel the strength and courage to stand in the storm instead of just watch it.

Looking back at Zeus she trotted back to him, placing herself between his paws. “It is incredible! Do you always watch them here?” Spinning back around she sat with a muffled thump and watched the storms again. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth in happiness and excitement. The trauma of the day being washed away by the wind and the rain. Instead of remembering being chased through the field by a crazed white wolf, she would remember watching the wrath of a storm in the sky. Both beautiful and deadly, showing the grace of power. At the same time it was lulling, comforting. There would always be something in the world that could wash away what happened, while being epic enough to create something new.

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