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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He was very observant, the male. His gaze continued to bore into her even from behind and though she'd like to say he was admiring her beauty, she wasn't so shallow to think that was the reason, or at least the only one. She caught a whiff of his cologne and knew he wasn't familiar to her. He didn't smell of a pack so she had no way to place him. By the time she'd turned around to look at him, she knew he didn't even look related to anyone she might know. He had a dark coat but interesting markings that almost reminded her of her grandfather Yojimbo but without the starry spots. He seemed older but maybe it was just the fur that made him look older. He was interesting to look at, if a little too quiet. By the time she spoke to him, he said he wasn't sure if she was one of the angel wolves from Diveen.

Her ears flicked, unsure whether she should answer truthfully. What if it was a trap? What if someone was looking for the last of the angels to wipe them out? She knew Heyel had a lot of enemies. But then he could be part of an old alliance as well. Now it was her turn to be quiet. Then he spoke, asking in Latin and her ears pricked forward. Heyel was strong on teaching all his descendents the assassin language. Of course, the Demons caught on as well. She shifted, tilting her head with intrigue as she met his gaze. "Quis suus 'petis? Angelo Daemon neque?" (Who's asking? Angel, Demon, neither?) The language was a little rusty on her tongue, having not spoken it much since her childhood. Achilles used to make her have conversations with him in Latin on the regular and she sometimes spoke it with Emil, her brother, but other than that, she didn't have anyone to speak with in the ancient language.

She took a bold step closer to him, gauging his reaction as she spoke. "I am Zarah, last born daughter of Achilles and Vega." She let that sink in, knowing that if he knew of the angels of Diveen, he would know of Achilles' short reign over Diveen and his ties to Kane, Isola, and Heyel himself.

Zarah
female.7 years old.31in, 110#.born to AchillesxVega.sibling to Sidriel&Sirius.unable to imprint.casanova.mother to none.Corvus of Diveen




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