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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Some said patience was a virtue but somehow Gazmala doubted that there was a wolf alive that would consider her cold, calculated determination to be any sort of virtue. All the best plans required patience, particularly this girl’s plans. A game was never fun if one rushed to finish it. It was all about the time spent playing. Move by move, feints and dodges. A chase was no fun if what you were chasing or working for just let itself be caught. If the Darkbringer was even half as clever as those delicious, half-whispered rumors painted him to be, he could definitely enjoy her little game.

If not, well, she would find other ways to amuse herself.

When the new ruler of Iromar finally shows--and there could be no mistaking him--acid green eyes follow his approach, noting the hint of a fang as he drew closer. Her expression remained unchanged at his approach, the very image of nonchalance and perfection. Though, as he paused below her, Gaz allowed her lips to curl in a coy little smirk of her own. Ahh, yes. This shall be fun, games are so much more fun when there are two players.


A Darkbringer? And here I thought I had drawn out the Darkbringer.” A single brow rose, all but hidden in the pitch darkness of her face as Gaz tilted her head. She regarded him with poison touched eyes of black then pushed herself up only to drop into a languid stretch atop the flat rock. Peering down at the Darkbringer and once more that little smirk twitched on her dark lips.


”I seek many things, pet.” Her own voice dropped in a purr to match his own as she moved to the edge of the rock and jumped down into the small space between it and the beast of Iromar, making sure to crowd him, invade his space, as she brushed past him, her side grazing his shoulder as she moved to walk along the lakeshore, not bothering to glance back. He would follow, of that she was sure. If he didn’t, well she had quite the arsenal.


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