At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on March 1, 2012 at 05:26:26 AM by Dye
I want to be dyed a beautiful color. ...____________________________...____________________________... Hope had come like a chameleon, creeping slowly into her sight like a beacon from the gods, holding her attention and granting her a moment’s peace. But the next second it was fading, blending back in with the gray monotony of her life, as she now viewed it. Only a subtle outline remained, two periscope eyes locked on her, a reminder of what had failed to be. She didn’t like all those eyes upon her fragile frame; the weight of another gaze had the potential to break the alabaster femme’s back, shatter her core into a millions crystal shards as her orbs slowly faded to black. Why was she the one unlucky soul on this earth to be cursed with such misfortune? A light, a beacon in her despair, but it took just one other lupe to turn the tides against her and wash her out to sea. Dye shivered, cold. The atmosphere was only slightly cool, and the breeze pleasant if not a little nippy. But considering the current body condition in which the maiden was in… ribs evident, hip bones twin peaks upon her flanks… the slightest gust could send her reeling into hypothermia. Not to mention the water gushing past her paws, the occasional droplet breaking off and dotting her milky fur with little drops of starlight. Why had she chosen to lay down so darn close to the edge of the river in the first place? The move was foolish; to her malnourished mind it seemed the best thing to do. Ebon talons seemed to barely hang over the side of the stream, nares sucking in moist air with every contraction of her lungs. She was close now, close to either death or redemption. Sure, her mystery visitor had given her the slightest grasp of hope, that maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all, that maybe someone actually cared if she left or not for those shining forests of yore. Perhaps that brute was the reason that she had placed herself so near to the clear liquid, so that it would be that much easier to lean over and lap up a few licks to stave off the impending dehydration. It was odd. Recently, she hadn’t been sleeping. And yet she still had dreams, little fragments of memory pulled in from the outer edges of the universe to exist in her tiny mortal mind. Multi-hued portals glazed over, half-closed. She found herself at a mother’s teat, suckling blindly, reacting purely on instinct as the world around her grew and shook with enormous impact. A body there, a blow to the ribs here, and the overwhelming, always present force of a mother’s watchful gaze, as heavy as the milk now sliding down her tiny throat and bubbling at her charcoal lips. But as she tried to curl up beside the warm, soft mass a pressure came at her neck and she was being lifted, carried away like some infected undesirable. Dry leaves and cold earth, fervent cries for help, but the only one who echoed back was the echoes themselves, driving her to aimlessly wander on jelly legs and a soon empty stomach. Dye snapped out of the thought, pools scrunching shut against the mini movie. Was it a memory? Could it be? No, she was the sole daughter to a single mother, reared alone. So another weird daydream then. It was funny, sometimes she imagined she was stealing the dreams of other lupines, drawing their thoughts into her own skull and living in them as if they were her past. She’d witnessed murderous ones, romantic ones, terrible, gut wrenching ones, none of them belonging to her. Sometimes she was afraid to close her eyes because of this new form of torture. But there was nothing else to do, unless you considered counting the number of leaves on a bush a constructive use of time. Still, what could she do besides lie there and hopefully wait for the good dream that would hopefully make her soul lighter? All she had had was hope, and now that that was gone she wasn’t sure what she was grasping onto anymore. [OOC: Whoa. ._. Sudden burst of epic muse-y awesomeness! Sorry its kinda short, but try to enjoy. ^^]  |
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- .:When Dawn Appears:. - By Kenai March 2, 2012 at 11:19:33 PM
Shades Shifting In The Sunlight - By Dye March 5, 2012 at 02:56:26 AM
.:When Dawn Appears:. - By Kenai March 5, 2012 at 05:10:13 AM
The Darkness Is Necessary For Light To Shine - By Dye March 7, 2012 at 03:55:20 AM
.:When Dawn Appears:. {FINISHED} - By Kenai March 7, 2012 at 03:09:06 PM
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