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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SHATTER THE SKY
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Aster


The rest had been deep and endless but disturbed. Images flashed in the dark recesses of my mind. Mother, blood, spittle flecked with red. Violet eyes open in pain, in love, in sorrow.... All of it swirled and coalesced and I awoke often with fits and starts. Gasps and coos. Tears.

Infinite sorrow. A loss greater than the vast canyons of Diveen. I do not know how I will bear it. I press into the side of Halcyon often in the night, comforted by his presence and warmth, the scent of his fur. In the deep dredges of the night I thank him beneath my breath, sure he is sleeping. Thank him for leaving Iromar when he did because if he hadn't then I would be all alone. I don't think I would survive this alone. I missed Pine desperatly and I hoped she was alright. I hoped Undyne was watching over Lazarus and my brother was comforted like I am.

In the dawning hours I see a shadow move across the edge of this makeshift den. My ears lift and my body tenses until I am as stiff as a board. Until I recognize his voice murmuring to me. I slowly press my paws outward and lift up, creeping towards the entrance, belly almost pressed to the dirt as I look at him. I am perhaps a shadow of what he had seen me. But the wound is too raw and fresh for me to be otherwise.

He can come too. I recognize his intent even if his body language is odd; that was Elohim. The Elohim I had met, anyways, and I only give him a slight frown and a sharp nod, then I am scrambling out of the den. "Hal, you can come with us to Glorall. I got to go anyways... to tell my aunt." I tremble on the last word, letting out a huff of breath as if spitting out my sorrow, but it still rests in my breast hard and cold.

"Lets go," I whisper to Elohim, instinct bowing down to his strange signals of assertion. I turn before even he does and begin a steady pace back towards Glorall, keeping my eyes carefully aimed away from the swamps in the distance. I didn't want to see them yet and the guilt of that shame weighed heavily on me. Lazarus, I wished inwardly, please know I'll come for you.

shatter the sky...
...and lay waste to the earth.
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