<small><i>A wag of my tail and you're under my spell..</i></small> Kiki!

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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A wag of my tail and you're under my spell.. Kiki!
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Posted on March 12, 2012 at 08:08:53 AM by Amatus

Nearly everybody gets twitter pated in the springtime. For example, you're walking along minding your own business, you're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of the sudden, you run smack into a pretty face. WHOO-WHOO! You begin to get weak in the knees, your head's in a whirl! And then you feel light as feather, and before you know it you're walking on air! And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop! And you completely lose your head!

So, he�d left his past to create a future, everyone had begged the prince not to leave � he was the one who would power the domain with his strength and determination but Amatus didn�t want to be alpha; he had never been dominant � the solider had always considered himself a weakling to the throne and so with great sadness he left his future land to his brother. He was the strong one, he was the dominant one � he was his father. And so it was only fair to leave the throne in someone else�s paws, he would have caused stupid descions but this one was clever; this one showed that he did indeed care of the future of the pack not that they saw it like that. The pack saw it as betrayal but why? Didn�t they see he was protecting them by not becoming the king � so he left, even his father turned up his snout!
Crunch, crunch. The foliage under the boy�s paws noisily sounds, his heavy breath sharply intakes with gruff snorts. His appendages tread across the plain, hoping desperately to find another soul amongst the unknown surrounding. He doesn�t know where he is, he doesn�t know anything about Blossom Forest. He is all alone right now but he shouldn�t think like that � he will find someone and he will create a journey. Tor and Fenris have led him to this place and he has great faith that everything will fall together � the gods are leading him to a happy ending, he hopes. Life is a funny thing, it can either be a good or bad day but either way this brujo knows the gods are on his side; every day and any day.

The crystalline liquid echoes in his lobes� Water! The brujo paces a bit quicker, his pads clumsily grip at the slight marshy earth. The brujo�s muzzle falls forward and a pink tongue appears, it appears rapidly as he quenches his thirst. Amatus falls back onto his haunches, and his mandible opens as a yawn over powers his jaw. His sharp ivories falls back into place as his mouth closes. There was nothing really left to do but think and that is exactly what the brujo decides to do. He can�t help but think back to the pack, his past home but there was a bonus, he hasn�t got any rank lover fatales climbing over him anymore. Just peace, hope and a content feeling.

A smile is the beginning of peace.

Staircase Falls, the area is still, the rustling as the trees swaying in the breeze; the gentle ripple as the fluid is disturbed. His view turns to the sky, how beautiful it was. The dark silhouettes of the birds up against the dim blue sea. He doesn�t get why some wolves and even humans wish to fly, wolves and himself can �fly� on legs. The orbs reveal the light, hardly noticeable outline of the moon, it was just appearing but soon the sky would turn to dark blue and be filled with lights, petite stars and then the exquisite moon � letting out beams of magic. Ah, how he admired the great lunar. Its powerful luminosity creating such an image, its radiance creating such a power that many wolves wanted to leap up and collect that glow. Could you imagine that? A beam of light surrounding your body like it was normal.
The brujo lay next to the liquid, his whole frame stretches out in ease; ah, how he adores relaxing. His pink tongue hangs out, and bounces up and down slightly with every living breath. His right ear ever-so-slightly flopped over. Amatus probably looked a bit stupid, but cute nonetheless. His breathing is slow as if he is a peace with everything, as if the forest is welcoming him in; to where he belongs. He is of the forest; he is a forest wolf. At peace with everyone, tolerance and bliss � the best things in life but then again so was chaos. Chaos and energetic play.

Word Count: 760

OOC: Sorry it�s a bit short. I didn�t want it to drag. It's a rubbish post but I'm still getting into this charrie.

Replies:

if we listen... perhaps we can hear - By Nausicaa Arialis March 19, 2012 at 09:53:50 PM
...A wag of my tail and you're under my spell... - By Amatus March 31, 2012 at 01:55:40 PM
&& so the wind will sing in strife - By Nausica� Arialis March 31, 2012 at 02:26:27 PM
A wag of my tail and you're under my spell... - By Amatus April 1, 2012 at 08:18:58 AM

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