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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I was a waste, truly, and I had little to live for at this point. The ache in my chest had no dulled despite the numbness of my body and the raging of my mind. The loss of Nike was too deep, too rattling, too sharp and felt too keenly to erase. It would drive my madness into a fury that I had never before known. No longer did I scent or spy Seline on the wind, come to exact vengeance upon me for escaping her clutches (if running away after her disappearance can be considered escaping), but instead I am haunted by visions of my perfect child, his pale grays and sleek whites reminiscent of my own. I am hardly a thing of beauty - now I am a skeleton, gangly and fearsome if only for my extreme lack of care, but when I was hale and whole I was merely me. Nothing spectacular, nothing beautiful. I was Everlast, named thus because in life I would forever be last.

The male stares at me and lowers himself further until nothing cushions his belly save the hard ground and loose dirt. I am sinking further and further into my mind, fully expecting the male to wander away as I bid him so that I can succumb to the madness swirling in the back of my mind, my headache building with swift intensity. Instead his almost soothing voice makes my ears prick and I slowly uncover my eyes so that they roll upwards to peer at him. Even laying down he is larger. It was rather odd how I seemed to attract larger males in my life.

He was raised to not hurt feelings? I am intrigued and a bit confused - my parents shunned me and raised me off scraps. I was very mild tempered in the beginning, latching to any who would show me attention, and even now I did so. He asks me what is wrong basically and for a moment I'm silent. Robichaux. I open my mouth to tell him my name and then I choke on it. I can't... I'm tired of my name. It's definition. "I have no name," I finally say with a sort of blank surprise.

Then I drop my paws and raise my head, a gleam in my eyes. "He is gone," I start to ramble and my ears flatten. "Gone and I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" I wail suddenly, squeezing my eyes shut, "I don't know," I whisper. "Where he is, if he was real, my son.... my Nike." Then I pause and open my eyes to stare at Robi. It is clear I am a bit... strange. "What do I do?"

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