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 07:09:17 AM by Yumna
I don't have anywhere to go back to. All I can do is keep moving forward.
I lay down by the water’s edge; my mandible is lightly touching the crystalline liquid. My orbs settle onto the rigid debris. My paws are neatly tucked under my pearl body, the mass of my stomach is not great but every day I can see it more and more clearly - but - not enough. I badly want my youth's to develop, I can not possibly wait much more; I have always considered myself as a carefree fatale but I'm still going to be that strict mother. I shall tell them right from wrong and to be prepared for life. Of course I will still play with them, I mean who else will these pups have? A father - ha, no. Who'd possibly even take an interest into me; an ugly bella pregnant with not their offspring. Actually, who would I even let in? I doubt I will even allow someone to hold a conversation, you never know who is the darkness in this world. I doubt even I will make friends, being me, I hate trusting any wolf! Every wolf will just consider me dirt, a slut of a fae. I shouldn't think of myself like this, it wasn't my fault; I guess. Still, wolf's will think of me as dirty - I know they will, they're just too proud to admit it, why did I have to trust him?
I could have sworn I heard a rustle in the shrubbery, so I turn to take a glance. I'm convinced that it will just be a bird, or perhaps a small squirrel. A rabbit even or are these thoughts; just my lusts for food? Blood-soaken meat, how tasty and scrumptious. How delicious, my ribs are showing, it's clear but for some reason I just haven't been up for eating lately. And perhaps it's the thought of damaging my offspring. It's just too great of risk.
Ah, there is nothing there. To be trueful, I don’t actually look behind me... Not completely, it's the fear of the unknown. For all I know there could be an evil brujo, a sly vixen. I know - I'm paranoid. But of course, for good reason. And then - my worst nightmare happens. Conspicuous lyrics were spoken out. 'I'm sorry...' and then the brujo goes on. 'Expecting are we?' Am I that fat? I guess I have always been a slug-wolf. Only adds to my un-attractiveness...
I rise, scrambling for grip. I hesitate there is only three ways to go. Stay here, but could be an easy capture. I can jump over the stream, risking damage in case I trip and the current takes me. Or, I can cross the brujo - risking death. Ah wait, my opportunities have opened more, I can attempt to leap over that rock. It is a risky but life isn’t fair. My appendages bend and I spring off the debris, I land in the marshy side of the river. Ah – something good has happened. But this brujo could easily pounce after me, and then; the game would really begin. I stare curiously at the rogue, I should be running. Pouncing off of my paws and escaping for my life. But – I don’t want to. For some reason, I don’t want to run. Perhaps it is the yearn for companionship, either way. I am not letting my guard down – he could be one of them; evil and sly. So, after being so scared. Why is it that I reach out my muzzle in confusion? “Who… Who are you?” The lyrics of my maw come out in a hushed voice; it is as gentle as snow… If you want to explain it like that. “What do you want from me?” I ask, determined to get answers. I don’t want any trouble – I don’t want death – and then I release something. I haven’t answered his question; should I? “Y-yes…”
My ocean pools of curiosity shift to take a better glance at this… foe? Perhaps. I’d have to get a clearer opinion of this… brute. Help. My pad lifts slightly backwards, eyeing the unknown. Help me. He is completely black, apart from his muzzle which is ruled by white. And then, a hardly noticeable scar – right there. Now that I’ve noticed it, it’s completely noticeable - on his nose. My oceanic orbs glance up at his features, icy sapphire eyes. I take another trembling step back – I was anxious, agitated, but curious. As much as my doom was probably nearing, I so longed for friendship. Why am I not running? Tearing across the domain at a middle-paced speed. Either way – he’d catch up on me, that brute is not the one who has a belly full of pups. Why do I feel such a pull to companionship, it wasn’t right! A vibration rumble upon my throat and I growl softly at myself. I don’t need pity, I especially don’t need to pity myself.
I shiver as a gust of cold air swept over, as well as having a brujo with icy cold pools, everything just doesn’t make sense! “Are you going to… hurt… kill me?” I ask, finally daring. Even if it meant having to hide behind rocks to get them. I want answers! I can feel a twitch of pain in my stomach, but I’m used to it now. “I – I can leave if you want, to be alone… Just don’t hurt me, my pups, they’re too important to me.” I tremble, stuttering with shock and fright. I haven’t come this close with contact for a long time. Was he evil? Was he good? Was he going to hurt me? My pups, would they survive? A bewildered sigh exits my muzzle, I watch as the mystified fog gently dissolves. If only I had gone before, it’s too late now. There’s nothing I can possibly do. Only Tor and Fenris will ever be able to save me, now. And please – I hope they do.
Paradise, they say. . . It definitely doesn't exist anywhere. All the way to the end of the world. . . There's nothing there. No matter where you walked. . . All you'd be doing is traveling down the same road. But even though that's true. . . Why does this impulse compel me?
Word count: 1, 060. =3
OOC: Sorry if I changed tense anywhere!
Replies:
- The unknown FINISHED - By {M.E.R.C.E.R. F.R.E.Y.} March 1, 2012 at 01:06:15 PM
Every step you take, every move you make; I'll be watchin' you. - By Yumna March 4, 2012 at 10:53:27 AM
Keep on dreaming - By Mercer Frey March 18, 2012 at 01:03:26 PM
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