Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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

It was growing perhaps an eagerness in her blood or the whispers that often grew into roars. She kept a mindful eye on her siblings. She watched her familiars but she sought out the deep in the silent spaces when she distanced herself from the rest of them. Her time to commune with the deep was hers, and hers alone. Sekhmet’s strides were filled with purpose; despite her desire to return to her northern domain she headed further south to what she could only presume was the heart of the land. The chill of winter still lingered as she evening rays of the sun glimmer down dancing and weaving into her coat like molten finger tips stroking her pelt; to say she was honored would be a lie for she knew her place was in the darkness.

She had grown into her forum and on the back drop of the bloody sky, she raised her muzzle her once sorrowful howl turning into one with an ominous hum flooding through it. Sekhmet didn’t care in these moments who her howl might attract as it was only certain to pique the interest of a solemn few. She fell to a silent state no longer making a noise other than soft breaths as she communed with the deep. Her goals were still further off but she was named as a goddess and gorged on the knowledge the deep provided her. In these moments she felt at peace but soon it would be time to move once again. She had her familiars, and she had a hunger that was ravenous even to her own deepest self.

Pacing around the field, hugging the stream that fed into the valley, with purposeless strides as she left her senses to be her defense and mind to roam. Her jaws parted and she looked around a low growl rumbling in her chest. She knew her desires but she questions her purpose, she had been hidden away for so long, the north her true home now. She needed a direction to go first the south was populated perhaps her true path should start here she needed to grow stronger and perhaps she only knew one way to do that. Only where she should begin? Sekhmet found herself looking back to the deep for teaching that would help decide where her first move would be made.

you're going to love it, i promise
Sekhmet
reaver x enya - four - the deep
42 inches - 188 pounds
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