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 11:46:45 PM by Dye
I want to be dyed a beautiful color. ...____________________________...____________________________... Life has this funny way of marking your crimes, accenting them upon your bodice so that all your sins pooled in the dark crimson of your shadow, heavy and lurking. Even if you seemed perfect, flawless, that charcoal line revealed the truth about your existence, exposed your bare skin to the unforgiving world. Funny, in a way that it was both a blessing and a curse. Funny, because some had learned to hide their wrongs so well it just seemed to blend in with your own. Funny, that it was those who least deserved it that got stuck with an anvil on their shoulders, cold and metal and hard. Dye didn’t exactly believe she didn’t deserve it but she definitely carried the weight of a roaring waterfall upon her back, pounding relentlessly, frigid needles diving into her spine. Ah, but why? For the sheer reason that her maker had been just as much of an outcast as she? The fact that she wasn’t able to overcome her own emotions and actually make some friends? Or was it Wolfbane acting from inside her very bodice, corrupting the pure white that she was until it was a murky pool of anger and hatred? Yes… that black galaxy was swirling within her, rough at its edges, cutting her as it folded in upon itself and condensed into one tiny black hole of evil. But yet, like in some cheesy science fiction movie, there seemed to be some sort of hope left as well. A caterpillar clinging to life within its cocoon as the world around it went to hell. It hung from the wall of her chest cavity, clamped onto a rib, beginning to crack open like a mighty fissure. And this bug was called Kenai, shining and beautifully handsome, burrowed deep down inside of her very being without her even knowing he was there. Her lungs were burdened waiting for his mark of disapproval. He was sure to deliver it any time now, crushing words of jagged rocks and shards of glass, cutting the creature from its cocoon. The alabaster lass braced herself, eyes clenching. But eternity stretched on and Dye felt the true torture of the situation. Waiting. What a beast it was, to wait for your fate, to sit at the gates of redemption just to be turned away. Opening her brown edged portals slowly, she lowered her auds once again and glanced over at the large male, saw him staring at her is if commanding her to, wanted to look away but couldn’t. Suspended. Drifting in the river again, waiting for the boulder that would appear and smash against her side. His maw twitched, began to open and Dye braced again, muscles tightening slightly, almost invisibly. No, she wasn’t scared of this male anymore, it wasn’t that kind of fear that drifted from her skinny frame. It was the fear of his words, if he could accept the mess that was her or if he would turn her away with a slash to the shoulder. At first she couldn’t even hear his lyrics, her sentries deaf to his words. She had blocked out that which she wanted to hear and that which she didn’t, pooling them all together into something that must be avoided. But she let herself relax, to take in his words as any sane lupe would. The first thing that surprised her wasn’t his words but the nudge on her cheek, warm and comforting, almost friendly, almost something more. His words… what had they been? Words of encouragement, admonishment for apologizing? Yes… she had heard his deep voice correctly. So he… wasn’t mad at her? When many a wolf would have been? It was an understatement to say she was shocked, frozen in her position upon the terra. And his words just kept flowing, filling her with a warmth that rivaled that of the sun, the mighty god Fenris himself. A mix of useless emotions welled from within her throat, flowing out her portals in honey-thick drops. He… wasn’t mad. She kept turning that thought over and over again in her mind, obsessing over those simple words. Wasn’t mad. The fatale let out a shaky breath, not sure how to feel, whether relieved or happy or elated or nervous or some terrible concoction of them all. Her muzzle quivered with the need to open and spill out words, all sorts of silly things caught in the back of her mouth, causing her to swallow hard. What could she say to that? Drawing back the tears she finally looked at him again, as her gaze had gone glassy, focusing on his portals, reflections of her own held within their stare. No, nothing to say. But thankfully, as if reading her mind he interjected more lyrics of her own, motioning towards the lazy river to their backs. A swim? A line of protests promptly rose from her chest but they were soon quelled by the new look in his spheres, something she hadn’t seen in the longest of times. And then he was already headed for the water, tail facing her as he walked and waded into the massive creek, going far enough out to where his paws no longer touched the smooth pebbles that formed at the base of the water. Glancing down slightly she gave an answer to his question, embarrassment rising slightly in her warm cheecks. “Um… sure.” She said it quietly, the typical voice of a shy femme. Soon she had risen to her pillars, a much less taxing task than before her meal, and made her way towards the edge of the river, finding herself there surprisingly quick. Hesitation held her joints, but then she broke free and stepped into the cool flow, the sharp pleasure of it almost more than the sight of Kenai wading in the depths. She slowly sunk into the azure liquid, her movements slow due to the drag of the water, and eventually her pads found the edge of the shallows, her shoulders slightly buoyant on the water’s surface. The lass reached out a paw past the rocks but instantly pulled it back, knowing that her strength would surely give out if she were unable to touch the muddy ground beneath. She was still submerged though, the cool caress of the water soft and reassuring, and that had to count for something. Shooting another look at Kenai she tried a smile upon her ebon kissers, hopefully looking a bit more than terrible. She had to say something, and quick, so she opened her maw and spoke the first thing that came to mind. “It… sure feels nice in the current, no?” The lyrics were rushed and awkward, but at least it was a start. The sun shone down upon her crème coat, giving it life once more. Yes, certainly a start. [OOC: AGGH! Shield your eyes from the crap of the post! *hangs head*]  |
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- The Sun Shall Arise - By Kenai March 20, 2012 at 04:25:16 AM
To What Color Am I Dyed? - By Dye March 20, 2012 at 10:29:56 PM
The Lighest Shade - By Kenai March 20, 2012 at 11:58:08 PM
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