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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There is relief in knowing that I had someone to lean on to. Someone who didn't mind that I was a mess, that could help me see a path to whatever I needed for absolution. I didn't ask it of him yet because I wasn't fully capable of making decisions at the moment either. My mind is a muddled mess of grief that spins, fades, then attacks again. Each wave is fresh and scary, beating the breath from me and leaving me alone in an ocean of grief. His touch grounds me. Halcyon has always been my stalwart companion even when we haven't been companions in a while; he is always in my mind and I could always call upon him in my need. Not once have I ever doubted that.

He moves in front of me and I come to a jolting stop, rocking forward and then abruptly slamming my hips into the ground with a weary sigh. He is right. I know this despite how fog-addled my mind is. I was growing to be large but that male had to be larger if he managed to take down my mom. She was a tank and I would never be as thick as her, even if I would still be large. My ears fall back in a sad sort of way. "He always keeps his head down," I answer softly. Poor Lazarus, did he know? He was probably terrified. What kind of sister was I to run away and leave him?

Smart, I think, some of my calm trying to punch its way through. I have to be smart about all of this lest we end up with mom and dad. Halcyon guides me and I'm glad because I am not paying a lick of attention to our surroundings. When he dictates me to sit, I sit and find myself on my belly in the tall grass while he runs off to fetch food. I don't even realize he is gone because I am so wrapped up in planning. In trying to make sense of things.

But when he returns my nose twitches and my belly clenches. I am hungry. It feels so... wrong. Like I shouldn't know hunger in my grief. But I don't hesitate to set in, tearing into the food with a viciousness that belies my fury at this day. I swallow whole chunks, uncaring of how heavy they sit in my stomach, and when I am done I sink back down to my belly and stare at Halcyon with clearer eyes. My belly clenches again at his words but this time in queasiness.

I can hear his own sadness, the catch in his voice, and I belly crawl to his side and lay with my head pressed against his hind legs. "He wanted to take me hunting today." For a few minutes I am silent then, tears once more coursing quietly down my fur. "We were hunting weasels in the crags and I wasn't paying attention. I never pay attention." The words are harsh, angry, self-loathing. "I guess I startled some bison nearby or maybe they were just mean. I don't know. All I hear was my dad told me to run and then knocked me over and then they bison hit him. He didn't stand a chance. It.... it didn't stop Hal." I gasp then, squeezing my eyes shut but unable to block out the memory of the way his body flopped beneath the beating. "It knocked him down then stomped on him so much. He was... he was just like a pup. When it pranced off I went to him but he was... he wasn't a wolf anymore." Thats all I could say as I sigh, pressing hard against his side.


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