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



Ontari's eyes hardened when they met her own and Sorath watched as the others mimicked her own body language. She stayed still, practiced in the never-ending patience that the Demons seemed to almost innately run through their veins. She recognized the challenge in her smile and yet Sorath was not one to so quickly anger. She'd seen too much trauma in her short life to have a trigger haired fuse. It was almost like she could hear her mother's quiet and commanding words echoing in the winds that swirled around them: Patientes estote mea... Patience. Patience. The word resounded in her head.

And then the accusations came forth like flies to rotted fruit. Her eyes widened with disbelief and then the humor came out and errupted in a bitter giggle. "If you knew anything about my blood, you would know that Demons never harm the young. It is against our laws." She shook her head and didn't bother to address the accusation of the eating of the dead. She would happily eat the heart and liver of the wolves that had slaughtered her family and wouldn't of thought twice. Let the other ignorant souls look down upon her. "It seems your mother and father didn't love you enough to teach you properly." A jab at an unknown family but something that she could boast about her family of ghosts.

Her lips curl up for just a moment. "Stultus es?" Was she stupid? Sorath wasn't sure if she was supposed to share what her markings meant. It was a conversation that had previously been only between her mother and herself. And yet, now she was alone in the world. She shook her head before a cruel laugh escaped her lips, "I am marked as the Spine of Hell... She let those words sink in and didn't bother to explain it further.

...you should see me in a crown

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