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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(Nyteshade) If it kills you, then you deserve to die.
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Menkhet
i'm glad i learned that the universe
runs on death - it's more
beautiful to know.

There was an eagerness in her step that carried her back to Asteraia. A pleasant sensation when she arrived. Dusk had settled and while she loved the darkness her travels did leave her wanting rest at some point. When the suns warm rays sank into her fur she stirred. Stretching deeply she yawned. The summer heat was unpleasant mostly due to her thick coat but at least her coloration could be considered less punishing than others. Inhaling deeply she followed the scent and strange pull from Nyteshade. He was a curious creature indeed and perhaps that helped to spur her into action.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of the dark male and a smile of wicked delight. She stalked low to the ground close towards her Jackal. Moving quietly careful to watch for any suggestion she was given away before leaping out go the grasses and snapping at his ear and the scruff of his neck with a giggle before moving around him slightly. Her tail moved underneath his chin as she circled him for a moment and lifted her head before moving towards the outskirts of Asteraia. “Keep up O’ Jackal mine,” She said in shrill laugher before glancing back for a brief moment and breaking into a run.

The exotic pelted fem thought of where they could do but one thing was for certain she was heading to the dark clouds on the horizon that carried the scent of rain. She slowed to a trot as she closed into where the waters converged into by Ruize Fields as it that was a quicker way to the Crags. Besides her soft glance back something else gathered her attention. Perhaps that there was someone around and with that, she licked her lips wondering if the pull of her Jackal would be enough to carry her a different way or if he might end up being a hunting partner. Either way, she wanted to know more about him and if a hunt must wait then so be it.

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sekhmet x kweku - three - asteraia
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