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.
A wag of my tail and you're under my spell... IP: 92.14.31.6 Posted on April 1, 2012 at 08:18:58 AM by Amatus
OOC: Wow, great post! :D
When it seems like there's no one left to run to in this empty world you can come to me. I'll be your shooting star. You can tell me your dreams, I can't promise to make them come true, but I'll be there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through.
I can see the huntress is nervous of me, though I don’t know why, I’m not blood soaked nor have I made a threat in anyway. Still, I suppose it is always good to be wary, I am pack less and alone. For all she knows I could be one of those brutes who hurt doe’s like her; physically and emotionally. But I’m not! I despise even the thought of such a thing, why would anyone wish to do something so horrific? Do they know all they are doing is throwing their life around and then when their life dies, nobody mourns the… thing-wolf’s? But on the bright side, I’m not being ungrateful; I’m not going to hurt this fae in any way possible – unless it hurts her to hear my chatter all the time! The scent of her wariness is clear, so, puzzled; I decide to lighten the atmosphere with my speciality. Jokes; everyone loves jokes, right? I don’t see why anyone couldn’t like them, and it brings smiles and laughter. And so, if jokes are used in the correct way and not darn right rudely, it can bring something special; a joke is something everybody can share, yours or not.
“Am I that ugly that you’re scared of me?” My voice sings out (not literally sings!)I grin; not a small pathetic grin but a wide one with my ivories flashing but I quickly in a snap close my mandible in case she assumed I was threatening her. Awkward… After a while, well, I say a while, it was probably only a few moments, she introduces herself to the name, ‘Nausicaä Arialis.’ Wow – that is a bit of a mouthful! It’s a rather unique name, too. In my mind, I practice saying it for a bit; I didn’t want her thinking I was incapable of saying her name. Nausicaa Arialis, Nausicaa Arialis, Nausicaa Arialis… And then, when I finally nail it, her voice drifts through the air again and into my awaiting lobes. But it is not words I hear but a dainty laugh ruling the sounds above nature. And then, taking the throne of all the doe’s actions – a smile! Aha!
Her voice takes a stop before flowing freely into lyrics. “Oh, that’s quite alright. It’s understandable; at least you’re actually talking to me, some wolves, they hear ‘ow much I speak and then they’re off like they have seen a ghost. So I’m grateful for a little company; timid or not.” I stop, nothing much to say – ha, yeah right. I’ve got everything in the world to talk about; not that I have a chance yet because the fatale has taken over the questions and is throwing on in my direction. Her words enter my audettes and I attempt to recall any sights of a fatale matching that description. Nope, none. Unfortunately. “I am afraid I haven’t but if I do, I’ll be sure to let you know.” My lyrics are slightly less lowered in pitch.
An idea springs to mind. “If you’re looking for some wolf, I wouldn’t mind helping; I know that I don’t know anything about you friends or families and hardly anything about you but if you could use a paw, well, I’m never busy. My social life is a bit slow at the moment. I don’t even have to go around with you, I’ll just look for her, If I find her, I’ll call you and I’ll be off and… Sorry, bad idea.” I speak, and already I regret the lyrics I have just allowed to exit my mouth. Think before you speak, idiot. I don’t want to even look at her – it would have been alright to ask her that if I had known her for longer and we trusted each other. I gather up the courage, lift my muzzle, cough slightly and speak. “My apology that was not one of my greatest of plans; I didn’t really think before letting it out. I don’t expect you to allow me to; again, I am deeply sorry.”
