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 7, 2012 at 03:55:20 AM by Dye
I want to be dyed a beautiful color. ...____________________________...____________________________... It was rare to meet an honorable creature in such forests, where monsters lurked behind every tree stump and ravens watched from the canopy. Even those lupes she thought were of good character simply turned out to be mad, utterly and completely gone. Where were the angels, the selfless ones? They were always the ones leaping through the stories of her childhood, rescuing unknown packs from the mystery and destruction of fire, nursing lone pups back to health and teaching them the land. This world was really falling apart if decency can no longer be found in her very offspring. But now, sitting weary next to this brute, who had even taken the time to acknowledge her name and offer a greeting, Dye felt as if he was of the one percent of wolves who were truly good inside. She didn’t know; it just seemed to roll off of him in waves, like the pulses of water that barreled down the river every now and again. At first he had reacted to her struggle, a pained and worried expression on his pate, the trivial idea popping into the femme’s head that he might actually care about the little skeleton. But that was impossible, no? All the good men had fled, leaving cowards and bastards in their wake. Still, he continued to amaze her, donning a grin that only drew her attention more to those beautiful, beautiful eyes. Kenai’s lyrics floated through the atmosphere, encouraging her, reassuring her, and slightly confusing her. What was he saying about not really seeing? It made absolutely no sense, and to the creamy fae’s tired mind no solution came. Silently, she let the matter go, breathed it out through charcoal nares and watching it drift slowly down to the river, light as an emerald leaf, until it was swept away by the current. When she returned her gaze to the hessian, though, he had begun to move in her direction and the femora instantly tensed up, an uncontrollable reaction she regretted having no control over. In no way was she afraid of this male, this savior in her stony castle, but when a body was stretched this thin it was hard to dismiss any sort of approach as not being a threat. Cursing her nerves, the maiden relaxed as much as she could, trying a sheepish smile on her kissers as he took up residence a short ways away from her. A glance ensued, then he was fully facing her direction, only increasing the embarrassment and the wariness. Dye desperately needed something, someone, to believe in, to gently fall into their embrace and let the soft velvet rescue her. But the heart can never be sure, and the brain must always interject with the curse of reason. Turning down her gaze, the young lady recalled his last words to her, do you need any assistance? If she were not so frail a chuckle would have come to the surface at the absurdity of the question. She was a walking pile of shaggy skins and brittle bones, stomach caved in like she had some sort of deformation. Obvious she needed help; although whether or not she wanted it was another question entirely. A sun ago she would have denied any sort of help, even if a carcass were laid at her paws. But now, after laying her hazel eyes upon this specimen, she would not only grasp onto his aid but try her hardest to get fully healthy again. He was worth it; her end goal, her grand prize. Still, that snake of doubt began to slither around her skull, causing her to shy away. Let’s be real for a second; what kind of wolf simply meets an emaciated stranger and instantly wants to help? Surely he had some sort of ulterior motive, the flash of nightmares beneath the flawless glass exterior. The snowy lass held her position, but she could not stop the string of thoughts that were slowly clenching around her heart. Dye took one last guilty glance at the male before averting her gaze downward and away, auds drooping, shoulders collapsed. “What sense is there in helping a stranger, brute… Kenai? Isn’t it obvious I’m near my time; moons of neglect have transformed me into a ghost, a specter. Even with whatever assistance you would be able to offer, this feeble heart cannot beat for itself nor be weighed down by certain… unnecessary things.” Words caught in her throat, pools burning with the need for tears, but none came. She was beyond that now. Once again she had grasped onto some irrational thread of hope, only to once again cut through it herself. She could feel her body drop, contorting in the air, spiraling to the terrible fate she had already glimpsed many times before. Dye couldn’t even bear to look at the handsome devil. Depression and loneliness had won their final battle, had won the war. Defeated, the princess let her elbows go, her paws scraping along the soft earth in front of her chest as she slowly sank back to the ground. [OOC: Awwwwww :'( The poor girl, it's so hard for her.]  |
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- .:When Dawn Appears:. {FINISHED} - By Kenai March 7, 2012 at 03:09:06 PM
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