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 19, 2012 at 09:53:50 PM by Nausicaa Arialis
Silent. Watchful. Yet present nonetheless. Just about to reach teen-hood, my cloak had grown in length, color, and beauty. But that was nothing I could be proud about. Deep chocolate gazers follow around the woodland as if the foliage weren’t there at all to begin with. I’ve been in a sort of daze, as I’m sure everyone has, for the past few weeks. With Russia’s disappearance still fresh in my memory banks, I could do nothing but stop and stare at the life around me. When winter was overtaken by the cool hand of springtime, the trees had started making baby pinecones again. Everything, every single freaking thing, was continuing on. Yet Aurora seemed to stand still, frozen in time. Lingering on the recent attack. What madness? How could the world come to such a terrible outcome, were there really terrible people that roamed every corner, every single edge of the globe? The answer is but crystal clear. With so much good and innocence in the world- there has to be a darker force to oppose it, yes? How sickening.
I didn’t want to stay much longer in Aurora Borealis. Being the princess of the former King and Queen (though the King was more of a bastard than a regal), and the offspring of a forbidden love, I can suppose that many souls do not wish me to be around, especially Akina’s first lover, Blood Titan. I’m actually quite surprised that he decided to not harm us in any way when father left for good. Ugh… this is too much brainpower for my incapable head… well… temporarily incapable. I’m sure I’ll be better if my… no. When my sister returns home. Even if I have to go out and rescue her myself, she would come back. No “if’s, and’s or but’s” about it. Nada. Standing slowly, and shaking out the sleep from my dusted pelt, I stretch out my pillars and, with a whine, make my way out of the packlands. Where was I going? No clue. Somewhere where I could meet someone I didn’t know.. someone who didn’t see me as an ex-Queen’s daughter… a princess that had become a pauper. I just want to be me. Nausicaa Arialis, lover of freedom, and one who runs with nothing but the wind as an accompaniment. What a beautiful symphony that could be if one put it into chords and keys. Alas, this is nearly impossible, as are many feats. But it doesn’t hurt to dream now, does it?
And that’s exactly what I did. I emerged out of the foliage close to a different pack and quickly made a u-turn. That wasn’t the way I was supposed to go. The red thread of fate that many vargs speak about in the East is something that I believe in as well. Afterall, my father had been a red russet, and after so many years of being in solitude, when his childhood friend had called to him (yeah, that would be my mum), he came and followed his own thread of destiny. The path my pillars have taken me down have led to a waterfall. I’ve never been out of my home before, so this new scenery is sending paranoid shivers up my spinal cord like a freaking vibrating cell phone. (Not that she knows what that is, but it’s pretty hard to compare it to anything else). Staying cleverly hidden behind the flora, my chocolate stargazers peer out curiously. Oh! It seems that I’m not the only one here… a demon has approached the staircase of crystalline fluid and has lowered his crown to lap some up. Seizing this as the opportune moment to take my leave, I begin to turn around again, but my fore catches on some roots and I’m thrust forward by gravity into the clearing. No, I don’t fall, mind you…but I come pretty damn close to the terra.
Deciding not to speak, I keep my mandible shut and wait for his optics to catch me staring back at him. Of course, I won’t be dumb and say that I’m not drop-dead gorgeous, but I’d rather not think of it that way. With my mother’s markings and my father’s bloody coloring, it’s easy to be called beautiful. I’m a sight for sore eyes, or so my father used to tell me before he left Aurora and the alphaship to our monarch now, Sin. Oh. Wow. Okay. So he laid down. Does he have no sense of smell?! I decided to play along and allow him to see me first, and now I was willing to go to great measures to let this fplay out. But why? I don’t really care for boys yet, but my heart right now is set on rebuilding that of Darth’s, a pallid pup who had been adopted into my family. I admit that I feel a bit of a heat coming into my palette whenever I catch his gazers, but that’s just because I’m not used to him yet…right?
Lowering my cranial to the fluid, I make a point of closing my stargazers and just letting things be as they are for the moment. If he sees me, he’ll call out to me- unless he’s one of those crazy people I’ve heard of from a few of Aurora’s members that rape girls… Automatically, my domes flick back, my optics re-open and my crown pulls up, and like a frightened doe, I display a graceful stance that can only mean one thing. I’m prepared to make a mad dash should he present himself as a threat to me and my livelihood.
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- ...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 Nausicaä 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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