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 11, 2012 at 08:18:11 PM by Dye
I want to be dyed a beautiful color. ...____________________________...____________________________... To Dye, it was a blessing when Kenai left, as harsh as that sounded. She wanted to trust in him, to become lost in those beautiful eyes and worry about nothing else in the world. That’s what she had always wanted. To be cradled, to be loved and thought highly of. She wanted to glow a warm orange, a friendly, happy color. She wanted to be someone that everyone wanted to be around. That was her dream. But it all fell apart from the instant she was pushed from her mother’s womb, birthed in a lone thicket with only the ravens to assist in her birthing. Being the spawn of a lone fatale wasn’t easy; you grow up knowing nothing of a pack or of family. She barely scraped by talking to others as it was, but her isolated childhood only made social situations that much worse. Yes, she loved to be around other wolves, but who would want to talk to a misfit such as herself? This brute was the final spark in her realization. She was nothing; she was dust of this earth and that is where she belonged. The femora’s eyes had clenched when he dropped down beside her, and she could almost feel his orbs skipping over every section of fur, searching for something, maybe what was wrong with her. But that, my friend she thought solemnly is rooted deep inside this empty chest. Her body could have been magnificent, a thing for all the other valkyries of the land to stare and be jealous of. The thing that had done her in, that terrible spike driven through her heart, was the bud of darkness that had been born with her, inside of her. And now it was coming to full bloom, a pitch black poppy with thorns. The second Dye felt her companion’s presence leave the riverbank she let out a breath she forgot she was holding, with it coming out another dry sob. He was right to leave her. She was nothing to this world; she had no purpose or greater meaning to all the other creatures that struggled here. She was just another soul taking up oxygen, an annoyance in the eyes of the Gods, something to be flicked away absentmindedly. The mistress wouldn’t even delve into the secret feelings she had generated for the handsome male; they would only cause more pain. Clenching her ivories together, the lass let her mind go blank, the only thought still alive was the now conscious effort to keep her heart beating. She couldn’t take this, all of this, this deceit and trickery and sadness and loneliness. Especially the loneliness. That is all she had every known, the aching frostbite of solitude. It became her life and her greatest enemy. She had entered these forests with no one by her side, and that is how she would leave, a pitiful sight lying by the edge of a lazy river. Her shell of a body would slide into the river, fur drifting downstream in large white clumps, like clouds drifting along the surface, and she would sink like a stone. Dye could see it, her death, and in a way it comforted her like nothing else could. Perhaps she would go to a place where she could forget all her mortal worries and just thrive in peace. That, or she’d begin a journey of everlasting abandonment. Whatever came after these days, she would embrace it, it had to be better. The one sadness in it, though, was that Kenai wouldn’t be there. Dye’s alabaster eyelids fluttered at the thought of never seeing his silhouette again, going an eternity without the drum of his lyrics in her ears. It was also unbearable to think of. Then she could hear it, her soul dragging away into the afterlife, a deep scraping sound as she died… Brown-rimmed pools worked their way open, suddenly realizing that the sound was not her soul but an actual thing of the world. She painfully lifted her skull, searching for the source of the sound. What was that?! It was as if some lame giant were approaching, his crippled leg dragging behind with each step. That’s when she spotted a tail emerging from the underbrush, quickly followed by the rest of a wolf and then the dead carcass of a freshly killed deer. Dye’s chest ached as if shot, realizing immediately that he had come back for her. Kenai. This time the tears came, in huge drops that splashed to the ground and turned to mud. He had come back. For her. With food. He cared. He came back. The thought bounced around within her skull, instantly pushing away any thoughts of death or darkness. He had come back. Silently he dragged his two prizes to the riverbed, never once looking at the creamy femme. Was he mad at her? Her auds instantly flattened, tail curling in tighter to her bodice. He was mad at her, wasn’t he? For giving up so easily? It was understandable. Still, he had dragged his kill back here for her, that had to say something about how he felt. She was about to say something when he spoke instead, begging her to eat, before he plopped down a short ways away, the exhaustion hanging off of his pelt like sweat. Dye laid still for a moment, debating on whether or not to actually sample the venison. Would he really do all this just for her? Apparently. She struggled to her feet, her first attempt failing and she almost gave up right then and there. But no, she persevered, standing on her own four pads in the first time in a long time, her pistons shivered below her thin frame. Unsteadily she made her way over to the slain creature, hesitating before releasing her tongue to sample the wide gash on its hindquarters. That one lick intoxicated her with the taste of blood, deep and rich and fully alive. Forgetting her manners she lashed forward, ripping the wound open and tearing flesh from bone, her hunger now controlling her every movement, her belly perpetually aching for more and more. The blood lust was upon her and she craved more, didn’t stop until she had devoured the entire leg and half of the rib section, claiming the liver as soon as she had burst into the chest cavity. Now she stood back, her limbs still weary and struggling under the new weight. Her belly had filled, and although it could’ve fit a lot more she knew that overeating now could kill her. This would fuel her enough until she came back for another meal. Backing up and falling to her rump, Dye shook at the sight of the bloody deer. How long had it been since she tore into a creature like that? It was barbaric, primitive. She was almost disgusted, but that was the way of her kind and she had to accept the fact that for some to live many must die. She looked away and clenched her eyes shut, swallowing the last drops of crimson liquid that pooled between her ivories. It wasn’t right. She had just gorged herself on a kill that she had no part in taking down. Kenai had exerted himself to do this for her, and all she could do was dig in before even offering a sliver of thanks. The lass was ashamed of her actions. Her muzzle was stained red, her guilt visible for him to see. She wanted to hide so that he couldn’t see her like this, the selfish monster she was. But she couldn’t, and the adult had to face up to her actions. Rising and taking a few steps towards the male she had come to befriend, Dye glanced at his strong face before glancing to the side, head low, ears flat and to the sides, shoulders dropping. “I... it wasn’t right of me to eat before thanking you for your sacrifice… this is no way for a lady to act in front of…” No, she couldn’t say those words. Swallowing her guilt as best she could, she continued. “I’m really sorry Kenai, that you’ve had to put up with me. You’ve done so much, and all I’ve been is selfish. You could be hurt for all I know, and all I could do was stuff my face with unneeded food. I know I could never ask your forgiveness…” What else could she say? Her words were truth. She lowered her backside once again, cranium still pointed slightly away from his frame, water pooling in the bottom of her eye sockets. In all honesty, she expected the male to simply get up and leave her without a parting word. That… would break her like nothing else. It was egotistical, she was egotistical. Still, her mind found her hoping he could forgive her actions, and even if he was mad, at least he would stay by her side for a second or two more. A warm breeze wandered by, raking through her chalky pelt, stirring up the fine hairs on top of her head, as if the caress of a gentle hand. The warm air settled around her, embracing her, giving her the strength to sit at her love’s side and wait for her judgement.  |
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