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.
I'm Yumna; the lass that survived. ::Keyna!:: IP: 92.11.72.48 Posted on March 18, 2012 at 06:54:54 PM by Yumna
OOC: Short and pretty rubbish post, word count; 511.
The black solider seems to strain to hear my words; which was understandable. I am fairly quiet – heh, might as well replace my name with mouse! Although; that would be a stupid name, I mean come on! We’re wolf’s, we’re strong and noble. Not squeamish and shy, although that is what I am mainly classed as. I don’t blame them, it’s not like I am a muscular and out-going. That would be a nice personality – I could be out-going and I could actually live. Imagine that, bounding around making as many friends as you could possibly have – finding someone you trust and perhaps love. No – I doomed to roam alone for eternity; this king is probably only taking interest in me because he pities me! Maybe I should find a pack – yes – I will. I will and I will make myself ask this brujo to guide me because he is the only brute showing some kind of interest – if not kindness and friendliness. Perhaps he is to trust; perhaps I am being too stupid with all these low self-esteem and trust abilities when I could be out living and actually making a history for myself! I know something will go wrong though – it always does.
He tells me his name – why did he do that? Perhaps he owns much more than a name, maybe I am different, I mean all I have is my title and my offspring. My slender swan like neck lifts, my view changes, slides across the rocky terrain to once again gaze dreamily at the brujo. I had no interest in loving him but the fact he trusts me with his name is enough. It could be a fake name, just a petty game but something tells me he is to trust. But – never let your guard down. That’s what I was told; a wolf could be someone totally different to who we admire. I step forward – not a shuffle of pads – an actual step. I am going to talk, let’s hope he doesn’t hurt or even kill me because then he would not only be killing me but three other souls too. And that is not a pleasant thought, it would not be so bad if it were just myself; it would not be so guilty for I have lived whereas my offspring have not even seen the light of day! Mercer Frey; a friend or foe?
“I’m… Yumna. Mercer, sir, Frey… Sir Mercer…” My words mix about as I confuse myself. My frame trembles ever-so-slightly before taking an intense breath. “I don’t suppose you know a pack that will… take me… or somewhere I can be safe?”
My lyrics are affectionate – soft – with the quiver of fear jumbled in with them. But I did it! I asked him, I spoke! I feel like I could bounce everywhere in a feeling of triumph. “I need for my pups to live; they’re all I have, I… Well… I have nothing without them for I have given my name to you, besides, they’re my pups and my responsibility.”
