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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(LZ) I want to be your addiction.
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i will be your demise

One couldn’t discredit what she felt she knew it was a weakness but it was her own but it was gone. Purged from the world by another creature or being, when it was her own to deal with. A darkness painted the world the day her stomach knotted and perhaps it only felt wrong it weren’t by her own fangs. Her teeth gnashed silently as she paced without particular reasoning. Wide opalescent eyes searched fanatically for the shadowy figure knowing only it could guide her, soothe her soul. She was tattered but not broken, a ghostly thing perhaps to behold with a hollowness behind her eyes that could only sing to the dead. She was void, she was darkness, and she was all consuming.

Sekhmet knew she would have to hold sanity to collect them and draw them close and yet with ever heartbeat her body ached for blood. A fight and struggle that would end with her taking her the life of another. She relished in the thought, stripping limb from limb hearing the agonizing cries that she wouldn’t have been permitted and yet she ached all the same. Perhaps within the depths of her, she could never commit such acts for it was something that transcended even her possessive nature to something warm, something she felt comfortable and at home with. Every step she made she would walk the thin cusp of sanity wondering why things felt as they had in her own house.

Crimson touched paws sank deeper into the snowy landscape her features set into a cold perpetual snarl ever silent to those passing by. Tattered but standing to fight another day, she lingered on the banks of the river in silent deliberation. Perhaps despite her outward demeanor, she was sane and attentive never too far out of reach to notice the prying eye, the crunch of snow, or the shift in the breeze. The inhale was bitter and harsh against her warm lungs and chest. Her paws scratched the surface of the bank before turning away, she needed an escape something to soothe her soul. She broke into a run chasing the shadowy figure understanding perhaps he might lead her to something she could sink her teeth into.

you're going to love it, i promise
Sekhmet
reaver x enya - two - asteraia
29.4 inches - 131.6 pounds
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OOC: Please note that this isn't to offend or harm it is simply reflections of IC feelings! Thank you! n.n

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