Rage rage against the dying of the light

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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Rage rage against the dying of the light
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Posted on September 15, 2017 at 02:36:16 PM by Blackthorne

The smell of the boy is small and rancid, the moors still clinging like filth to his pelt. It was the scent of decay but it was thrilled, somewhat, because he had tasted it once before upon Zeulika when he had helped her own brother finish her off. Her screams are a dying ring in his ear that is pleasant - she hadn't been weak on the outside but on the inside she had been. Weakness did not always manifest itself in such a way as to be obvious so one must always test for it because sometimes strength could overcome and overshadow. It is why he stalks this limpid boy with a sneer on his face and a quickening of his blood. The arrival of Eve is fortuitous yet he is not surprised - she stalks his heels often enough and he does the same for her, their bloodlust syncing and inspiring the other, the dark side of them twining together. Two halves of a whole - sometimes he wonders why his soul did not snap with hers the way it did with Azariah. She was... unlike him in all the ways that counted yet intrinsically a part of him. The same but so different.

Eves sly words see his ears tease back and the tip of his fang appearing in his favorite telling grin. She enjoys the hunt and the anticipation so much that it would be a shame to lose such a thing for her. Of the few in his life he has come to instinctively trust Eve. Their motivations aligned. It was odd sometimes when he thought on her place in the pack - related to Eden. But he doesn't hold such against her. His own father is a maniac and he detested his half sister, Umbra. Parentage and lineage meant nothing except to those who allowed it control.

I'll fucking kill you! The words inspire an excited snarl from his mouth and even as those eyes pin upon Thorne, Eve snaps, and the wily boy zips around swiftly to assault her. She can hold her own - her protection is not why he darts forward now. No, it is only the adrenaline pumping and the instinct that demands he do so at such a wide open display of weakness. Zephyr has presented his behind and so Thorne snatches his tail and yanks him back, violently throwing his head to the side to try and throw him to the ground before letting go and stepping back, tail raised high and head low.

Charcoal eyes snap to the new girl who lays with tail thumping and glued eyes. She doesn't interfere so he gives her a wicked grin, enticing almost - come play, it says, but then his attention is captivated by the white boy. "Hmm, your taste is not as sour as hers. Do you want to know if she begged?" The words are meant to rile and push the boy into even more of a frenzy - he had no idea that Zephyr was thinking of the WRONG sister. But honestly, he didn't care.

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Stranger in the world - By eVe September 19, 2017 at 02:51:36 AM

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