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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bite my tongue, bide my time
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Posted on May 17, 2020 at 09:41:44 PM by sorath

Make 'em bow, one by, one by one...



Admittedly, Sorath hadn't made much in the way of an effort for Iromar. Betwen the loss of her family, the upheaval of her life and the death of her mother there didn't seem like a lot of time to make friends. She had so blindly trusted her mother's decisions that she didn't bother to evaluate for herself. It was a mistake that she would probably regret but such was the way of life. Even Demons were not born with the maturity and wisdom to navigate the harshities of life.

Sorath was slightly surprised when the voice came from behind her. She the winds had shifted and she hadn't paid attention. She cursed herself silently for the beginner's mistake. And yet, she knew that she would of been scolded if she ever showed this weakness in front of her mother. Mentally, she vowed never again to allow herself to be stalked in such a fashion. Her blue eyes meet the burnt orange of Ontari's and her lips curl almost involuntarily before settlinging into a neutral position. The fur on her scruff rises up, and her tail archs over her back. It didn't matter that the girl was bigger than her. She was built light on her feet and delicate while Sorath would have a little bit more meat on her bones thanks in part to her mother's bulk. Angels were tricky, and more likely to try to befriend you and then stab you in the back. Hepzibah's words echoed into her skull.

The voice seemed disinterested, like a full house cat playing with a mouse. Little did she know that Sorath was no mouse to be toyed with. Sorath did her best to keep her voice equally as neutral but there was the undertone of hatred. "And your kind slaughters pups still attached to the teat while they sleep. What of it?" Her cold blue eyes kept steady eye contact with the presumed Angel before her. Sorath would not be slaughtered like her siblings. She would not be driven towards the gates of Hell before her time.

...you should see me in a crown

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