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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Orbs glistened at the girl's movements; she had lowered posture and tail now sweeping lowly, it felt right. The girl seemed so intrigued by her and she couldn’t help but feel mutually interested because of her mother's blood demanded it so. She was pleased as the girl leaned into her muzzle she almost wanted to show the slightest bit of approval and praise to her. She wasn’t so much of a fan of the fem’s noisy tendency but she enjoyed the closeness but only when she initiated it even so nothing gentle lasted very long with Sekhemt but for the time it did she would keep her toy intact and close.

Sekhmet offered a small growl of warning when the girl reached out a paw to her. Instinct desires her to drive the girl off but a part of her mind gnaws at her that the girl means no harm and so she keeps her daggers sheathed. Sekhmet was learning a lesson in patients and she wasn’t sure how well her temper would hold but she watched the girl’s bow before her some place in her mind she knew of play but she never played as other children did and most ran from her; oh how wise they had been all but Thoth and it had worked out well on it’s own accord. She was never a creature to stay in deep thought long for it was a hindrance and a flaw for her safety.

The girl snapped out and her offer of play was hardly considered until the girl leapt up and lunged to her shoulder. A deep growl left Sekhemt’s chest her jaws parted her mind demanding her defend herself but no teeth ever came against her merely the sniffing muzzle of the fem. The gnawing sensation in her mind never left and her opalescent eyes darkened on the girl; her closed muzzle moved in almost a way to caress and try to pull the girl further into her. “Run” the word came out as a harsh gravely sound and she lifted her muzzle to allow the girl a head start. Little mask wanted to play so Sekhemt would allow her this once and if girl stuck around perhaps will be a worthy possession that was chosen. Needless to say the gnawing images of chasing the girl as though she where a fawn was enough to excite her into these so called games.

you're going to love it, i promise
Sekhmet
reaver x enya - one - loner
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