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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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Posted on February 22, 2017 at 01:24:50 AM by RAZIELA

Her fangs were like a knife pointed at his back, but perhaps not in too threatening of a manner. She certainly showed her capabilities simply with the way she held herself and the aura of a world class predator radiating from her black and white frame. She knew somewhat the reputation of her parents after some time, but she knew not the true extent of how the shadow had terrorized the land. The blood of the shadow and flame ran deep in her veins, and she perhaps held a bit more restraint and logic than that of her parents. Her mind was not as tainted, and nor was she brought up in a tough dog-eat-dog world of silence like her mother. Yet something still lingered behind her bright auburn eyes as she quietly drove the male to lead.

It was perhaps an experiment on her part, determining much of the male specimen who she claimed as her for now. She smelled the stink of the ocean pack upon him, and she grew curious what lingered in the borders of where the male lived. Her mind churned as she followed on, amber eyes flickering from here to there as she kept careful check on their surroundings. As he sniffed the tree, she kept her head high on the look out, nose tasting the air with a lick of her tongue.

He spoke and her head snapped to him, eyes of flame narrowing as she marched over. Nose reached down to smell, the scent not fresh. Her nose wrinkled in displeasure. She made the slightest of growl noise with tail giving a lash.

"Olllld, old," she said, snapping her face back to him.

"You smell...smell..." she sniffed at him again, her mind trying to put it all together. Once, she had spent an extended period of time where his scent comes from. Her mind ticked, remembering the white male who held the highest of dominance while she was there. Time was a finicky thing to her. She could not comprehend what it may be like there. Her position was demanding now, head high as she looks straight at him.

"Bring...you bring me...back," she stated bluntly, body still as she kept watch on the larger male. She had been there before, stayed there, and she wished to go back now, to where his scent comes from. She motioned her head, continuing to want him to 'lead', and wishing not let him out of her sight.

((If he decides to take her to Glorall you can just post there, if not then post here ;) ))


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