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 4, 2012 at 10:53:27 AM by Yumna
When are we born? When do we die? Why are we born? Why do we die? The world has been destroyed and we've fallen countless times, always resurrecting from the ashes as Paradise. It has happened before, and it will happen again. An endless cycle of life and death. The world is a Paradise that was opened by someone, but this era too is almost at an end. We have acquired the means to exceed our natural span of life, never suspecting that the world itself was finalized in its existence. This knowledge has left me in despair, my fate has fallen and scattered like the petals of a dying flower, like the blast from a sand storm it has been worn down and weathered away. As if to be purified, the world will be encased in ice so that it can return to the beginning once more. Paradise is a world that is opened by someone..."
I take a hesitant step forward, and then another one and once more. Before I find myself right up against the rocks. And... What am I doing? I shuffle backwards, before meeting his low lyrics. They're deep and powerful, holding much wisdom; and I can't help but feel the slightest warmth. The tone of his speech holds a gentle 'tang' to it. Either way, I feel as though I can trust him; am I that stupid? This was the exact reason I got this large belly, he told me I could trust him. He told me I was beautiful, and if I were an angel I'd be the most radiant dove out there. Lies! They were all lies! And no, I am considering actually trusting this knight. It seems I have learned nothing; I was so naive back then - I thought everyone was lovely and evil were just stories made to scare us! I thought I'd matured, but it seems not; I'm as gullible and as stupid as ever. No change there then. Here I was, not running, actually listening to the brujo's lyrics - getting pulled in word after word. "I'm so idiotic," I mutter to myself, it is hardly audible and I doubt the brute will be able to hear it. Or at least I hope he doesn't.
"You're not?" I stutter but he could be lying. "I'm no beautiful lass... How do I know you're not lying? That's all I know... lies. How do I know I can trust you, I - I don't believe you! I won't believe you!" It is all a complete lie, however, I do trust him. I want to trust him - but I can't. What if he'll hurt me? I don’t want to experience the traumas of what I went through with Domino. Domino tricked me with sweet words and I fell head over heels in love... And this is what this brujo is doing, pulling me in with lyrics of flattery. I believe him in the slightest, my stomach feels as if there is thousands of butterflies – but I’m not sure if it’s because of the flattery or nerves. Perhaps it is both, I don’t know. But what I do know is that I want to run over to him and tell him everything… But I can’t. He is nothing but a stranger who has happened to bump into me, I do not even know his name for Tor’s sake! Man, I’m messed up… Or is it normal to yearn for friendship and trust. I don’t know, everyone confuses me.
My sleek bodice shuffles once more forward, the odourless fluid is calmer and the trees stop their swaying. It is as though the whole world is holding their breath. The sky is bright; an orange sun set lighting the nature. It was a mix of ginger, violet and crimson. That was exactly what I was feeling; mixed about. Confused, totally puzzled, clueless! My swift muzzle swings down once more to face the rogue. I was debating whether to tell him my name, it was the only thing I had apart from these pups. It’d be like giving it away! I’d get his name first – ah, but he could use a fake name… Oh well, what harm could it do? “What’s your name?” I whisper, my hushed voice barley was heard over the water, the fall was rushing gently, causing a stir to the liquid below. “My name is – no…I can’t tell him.” I started off audible but finished in a muffled mumble. I silently leap up to a boulder, the sharpness pressuring into my pads. I am trying to make myself to larger and not only in the stomach! But I know it’s not working, I know he knows that I am weak and unable to fight. My appendages move slowly, the rocks are closer to the brujo but it is easier to escape. So perhaps it can be considered a bonus to me? I’m not sure… I breath in a thick scent of – well what can I explain it as? Male – it’s male scent. Obviously but also there are no other lyrics to explain this unknown foe or friend. “My name’s Yumna.” I whisper with a gleeful hint in my orbs, but my tone of voice is shaky and wary. However – I can’t wait to see where this is going… Only I hope it’s not going to be a bad experience – me talking to this brute.
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Sorry for the wait!
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- Keep on dreaming - By Mercer Frey March 18, 2012 at 01:03:26 PM
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