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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This was a new place indeed and he seemed to have stepped into the fields at just the right time. A call for wanderers echoed through the air. A slow grin crept over his pale muzzle. For years that title had suited him just fine. Though now his restless heart had finally started to speak to him that it was time. Time to find a place he could find himself. Finally a place that could suit him. The life he had explored had been trying and he still came out on top. His brilliant hazel eyes glinted. His smirk grew. He was the one who came out alive.

Easily he loped over the terrain. His dark body moving like a misty night along the ground. Paws carried his swiftly and quietly until he saw the small gathering group in the middle of the fields. Slowing his pace he shook out his fur to put on and air of relaxation and ease. His strawberry ruff fluffed for a moment before settling back to frame his silvery head. Silent as when he first arrived he settled himself just on the cusp of the group. Just close enough they knew he was there but far enough away it was clear he was not one of them. A maltese ear flicked to the wolves that had spoken, his attention following to them seconds later. An eyebrow rose curiously. Stories and news were often the same thing. Being as new as he was to this place it would be a good start to learn what he could of where he had found himself. Settling himself as if he had every right to be there, he looked between all of the wolves. Let the news be heard. He thought to himself, an expression of haughty expectation clear on his face.
ARANCK
....far far from the sky.


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