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 20, 2012 at 10:29:56 PM by Dye
I want to be dyed a beautiful color. ...____________________________...____________________________... He had seemed almost… disappointed when she hesitated by the water’s edge, as if she had actually been stepping into a sea of serpents and was too much of a coward to do it. What could he be judging her about? Her failure, she must have committed it, was obviously large enough for him to not overlook it. Yet, before getting wrapped up in the mess of her thoughts once more she decided to instead plunge her muzzle slightly into the water, shaking it slightly to remove any of the dried crimson that could come off. She wouldn’t get it all off of her, never would actually. It would physically fade and disappear, sure, but it left a stain in her mind, a dark spot of corruption eating away at her core. She would still be able to feel the give of the deer’s flesh as she tore into it, the dripping of blood for her chin, the shame with which she let herself be soiled. Pulling her head back up and snorting to remove the water from her nares, Dye turned to face Kenai who had been wading towards her, a smile on his kissers, making her melt. He laughed at her words, a sort of light amusement, before telling her she was free to wash. The first sentence brought another snort to her radar. As if she hadn’t been able to wash before, and now this great god was granting her permission to bathe in his waters. But Dye regained her calm face only then began to comprehend the latter half of his statement. Was that… a compliment? And what sort? What meanings were carried through the atmosphere with those lyrics, what sort of demons and devils and angels of black? The lass once again averted her gaze, crimson roses blooming upon her pate, poorly hid by the light cream of her wet fur. Damn it all. Silence festered between them once more, but it wasn’t really awkward… no, it was more of a casual pause, when there were no words to say, and Dye could suddenly feel her knight’s eyes burning into her flank, her shoulder, her face. Why did he have to scan her like that? Sizing up her faults, meaning to exploit them? That’s when a shiver ran through her bodice, bringing her back to the river sweeping underfoot. She really was incredibly skinny, no muscle or fat to be seen, and even in the slight chill of the river her body was shutting down. Panicked, but hiding it, Dye turned without a word and sloshed to shore, trying to go quickly but not look rushed, quite the hard task indeed. She wasn’t walking away from the male, no nothing like that. She just needed the dying sun upon her pelt, to be enveloped in her own set of built in blankets and warm her aching skeleton. Reaching the shore and stepping onto dry sand once more, the alabaster femora gave a shake, careful to not pop anything in her actions. It was incredibly how fragile she was, really. Choosing a patch of gold, the mistress sat down and returned her attention to Kenai, who had called her name from the river. Her auds pricked, waiting for the rest of his statement. And then it came, and Dye was shivering again, not from the cold but from his words hitting her derma like wasps, injecting her with endorphins. He… really cared enough to see her through the night? For males, that really said something, and the snowy maiden wanted to bark back a reply right away but contained herself, for both of their sanities. Still, she had to answer, and the female found herself wading through words to say in response, if any could really fit. He was right, it was getting pretty dark, maybe she should mention something about finding a makeshift den before the star was completely gone, but then her gaze happened across the two carcasses, now buzzing with flies. Shoot. If they stayed anywhere close to the two dead deer, they would be as good as dead themselves. Answers could wait, Kenai would have to understand that. Standing up, she teased out a song as she made her way over to the carcasses. “Yes, I would really feel much better if you would as well, but right now we’ve got to get this carrion somewhere… other than this. I-if you want, I mean, we could always take the chance and leave them but…” And there it was again, the same nervousness that always ruled her life. But that was Dye, and she couldn’t change it, wouldn’t change it. Without waiting for a confirmation of her plan, the petite femme latched onto the front ankle of the lighter deer, tugging it with a mighty jerk only to see it move in the slightest. Damn, this would be harder than she thought… but for Kenai, she decided, she would have to keep trying, so that she could spend the night next to his warm bulk. [OOC: Short again, I'm so sorry. :(( gotta go babysit tonight and I at least wanted to get her up for you.]  |
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- The Lighest Shade - By Kenai March 20, 2012 at 11:58:08 PM
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