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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Cold yet brilliant gaze lingered upon the wolf before her. “They. Nothing. Only You. Strongest. For now.” Sekhmet never felt at home with common tongue but she offered some broken truths to the wolf. For what was truth other than one's belief held at weight against others? Sekhmet was truth, judgment, and sometimes executioner to her own paths and beliefs. Not all that walked lived, even the wolf before her or her own brother was an example. Yet she pondered more deeply than she had before the waves crashed; a tied that made her shadowy figure stronger, hungrier than it had been with nothing left to fill that gnawing pit nor silence the bitter snarls echoing throughout her own mind.

The wolves shutter merely was overlooked, her mind bent curiously to see what weakness could be ripped away and yet she admired the, what Sekhmet would willingly consider fearful reverence. “Reflection. Purpose?” She was intrigued but didn’t keep her attention from the shadowy presence that lingered close to her side now. She cast her gaze fully once more on the wolf and turned to walk away from it but not without speaking once more; “Worthy? Follow.” The wolf was not her possession and yet not her target in these moments merely a creature of existence within her own world and law sets.

Moving in silence she speaks once more to the invisible figure at her side and yet audibly enough for the living company to hear; “Blood. Death. War. Let’s feast.” She hungered little for flesh and bone in these moments she hungered for the pain of her victims, the beauty of the destruction she could create. Few knew of her existence, few stood in her wake. Soon she would make her presence know in blood and anguish of opposition. She knew her brother, however, and she knew she would need those to follow her and ideals. This was the task she must accomplish or at least have her brother aid in calling others to her side. She would protect the worthy, she would protect her possessions, and she would seek revenge for all that had, or would be taken from her.

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Sekhmet
reaver x enya - two - asteraia
29.4 inches - 131.6 pounds
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