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 5, 2012 at 02:56:26 AM by Dye
I want to be dyed a beautiful color. ...____________________________...____________________________... Had she ever believed in love at first sight, a knight in shining armor, the powers of love, or anything like that? Not particularly. There was a time in which one of her best friends was deep in love with a brute and soon every male she saw sent her heart aflutter, imagining their entire future together, their pups, their teasing flirts and soft caresses. But it was only a dream. Sometimes her fantasies were the only thing she could hold on to, when things got rough and misfortune rained from the sky like tears. Drifting from pack to pack, sometimes alone, sometimes tagging along with some new posse wolves that were either kind enough or demented enough to let her run alongside. It was hard, being born to a solitary to a mother, never knowing the true love of a family or the protection of a dozen warriors willing to die for her insignificant soul. It was as foreign to her as the two legged mammals that every lupe knew about but dared not search out. Even after the alabaster lass had searched fervently for a pack of her own, all she had found was the occasional bit of company and rejection. Actually, it was a miracle the fae had even been able to smile up to this point, considering she was usually a joyful creature. But now… Even the subtle, reflected light on the water’s surface burned the femme’s eyes, adding to the reasons why she should just keep them closed for the next few years. But it was her fault for laying this darn close to the river, wasn’t it? Still, her emaciated body ached under the shag of her pelt and the perpetual hunger in her belly was no more than a dull roar. Not much longer now, until she could finally be happy. But right on the edge of her consciousness another sound resounded. It was the subtle sink of paws into moist earth, the rustle of fur against fur as muscles moved beneath the flesh. Another wolf, wonderful. If it were some blood thirsty brute she would be dead meat, a sitting duck, target practice. Dye kept listening to determine what her fate would be, expecting to hear a demonic laugh or a vicious snarl, but all she could detect was the lap of water as it slid down the hessian’s throat. Painfully she pried open an eye, then the other, directing them with some difficulty over to his form. It seems they saw each other at the same moment, his skull swinging over to her location as her multi-hued portals landed on his bulk. The first thing to strike her was how rather handsome he was, a sort of simple attraction. And then those eyes… Dye was drawn in, milky ribs halting in their movements for a second to take them in. They were gorgeous. And yet… something seemed the slightest bit off, as if he were missing a limb or something drastic such as that, yet no visible flaw adorned his mass. She was entranced, the burning in her lungs reminding her that she had to breath. He spoke to her with a kind smile on his pate, a tone of warm interlaced in the air, speaking her name and inquiring as to hers. It took a second for the words to register, but after they did Dye was instantly hit with a wave of embarrassment. Here she was, a fae with real beauty if she took care of herself right, and this lad had to see her at rock bottom. Her body quivered slightly, knowing how hard it would be to move but also recognizing it was practically necessary at this point. Casting her pools downward, she replied with her name. “Dye…” she said quietly, her voice weary and underused. Without meaning for it to, the white femme felt a silence draw out between them, flowing slower than the river at their paws. Quickly realizing this, and striving to fill the empty space between them, Dye was soon sputtering out a string of words without thinking about them first. “I-I’m sorry that I look this way… you see, I’ve just had a bad week is all and… ya know, everybody has those days… but I’m usually not like this, I swear to Tor I’m not… and… um…” As she spewed out the awkward lyrics, the creamy lass was trying, for the first time in a while, to rise to her feet. What little muscle she had left protested the effort, and her chest burned with the need for oxygen, heart pounding furiously. Still, she only let a wince show as she pushed her skeleton into a sitting position, her vision blurring for a few seconds from the effort. But still, she turned to the brute, to Kenai, testing the name out in her head, and offered a weak smile, hoping he could understand. [OOC: Daaaaaw, she's all flustered! >w<]  |
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- .: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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