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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Sarabi






She could feel the doe tense and shift underneath her; collapsing beneath her weight. Sarabi crumbled was pulled to the earth careful nor to whine as she pulled away her paws from beneath it’s forum. The male was swift and almost seemed shocked as she snapped and sank into the does throat and her teeth ached to rip into the do as well. She sank her teeth into its side ripping its side open not caring if the dear was dead she ached to have the blood on her tongue.

Sarabi lifted her gaze to look over the dark male heaving sides. He didn’t seem fearful to take claim but this was as much her own kill as it was his. Her fur bristled and stood on end her tail level raised slightly in a warning. He wouldn’t keep this kill she would share but she would fight him eagerly for it. She had put in less effort and surely she had the advantage of energy even though he was slightly bigger it was more so in stature alone more so than pure size. Right now she was feeling a bit overly confident in her flesh.

At his words she snarled moving closer to the male. “I am my own. A god are you?” She mused “Do you bleed?” She questioned moving until she was in the males personal space. “I want to see if you bleed.” Sarabi said lowly her gaze even with his own. Her own brother spoke of being a god and thought him foolish but he was brother. He was hers and she was his own. The does blood stained the white of her muzzle the metallic scent thick in the air as she eyed the males throat. Sarabi lunged forward in an attempt to grasp at the males throat. She had no need to kill him but she wanted to test him and eager teeth where the best way she knew how. 

*Feel free to knock her on her back or whatever; just like no like real super damage xD*

Years 5
Kingdom
White Knight
Prince Charming
For Ayita, <3 Ezzy



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