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 April 3, 2012 at 07:53:14 PM by Dye
Weakness; it’s what we all fear, isn’t it? Becoming too pitiful to accomplish something or save someone? Or being too fragile to resist? Everyone thinks they need strength to get along in the world, to claw their way to the top and live a successful life. But what is strength, really? The absence of weakness, or something entirely different? Perhaps, if the sun shone on it the right way, weakness was just another word for the strength to hold back, control. The runt of a litter is not weak, he simply has controlled the urge to grow and dominate. If this is true, then we certainly have been choosing the wrong type of character to lead packs. But that’s just how it works, doesn’t it? Those valuable souls are too reserved to speak, call it weakness or call it strength. Dye felt incredibly weak with Kenai in front of her, drowning her in his heavy musk. He was waiting for an answer, but she didn’t expect the brute to stand this close to receive it. His scent filled her brain, and his eyes made her loose her composure, only feebly built until he came and knocked it down again. He had the ability to do that, didn’t he? Tear her to pieces, breaking down every one of her walls without a single drop of sweat. That’s why she had to distract herself with the deer, anything to keep those eyes from pulling her closer. Too soon… she had just met the damned brute, and here she was flustered like some hormonal adolescent. Stupidly, Dye half excepted Kenai to leave her to her task and carry away the other deer instead, despite the fact that she couldn’t even move the dead beast if she tried, but he did nothing of the sort. Instead he sidled up close to her once more, his pelt brushing again hers, still damp from their little excursion in the river. Hair mingled, clinging like a spider to its web, sending another wave of blush to her cheeks. Her pate lowered to hers once again and she froze, overwhelmed with him. No no no! Damn it, how could she feel about this hessian, and how soon those pointless emotions had blossomed? The meat in her belly was bringing her strength, not only physical but mental as well, but the more she tried to resist his presence the greater mystery he became. She was drawn to him. Dare she not say it was love yet, it was impossible to admit that, but something teetering on the edge of romance and lust. His touch on her cheek sent her shivering as she was gentle removed from her location, Kenai latching onto the deer instead and beginning to drag it into the forest. She turned quickly to look at him, blue portals wide and innocent, but she saw him wince and her chest tightened. He was hurt? Guilt pumped through her body. She had caused him pain, hadn’t she? Terrible, mortal pain. How long had he been injured? He sure hid it well, or perhaps she had just been too infatuated to notice.Dye took a step towards him, mouth open ready to spurt words of concern, but he was already gone, only the distant sound of scraping through the forest leaves. The alabaster lass turned and clenched her eyes against the blame she put upon herself. Her fault. Because of her. Look at it how you may, but that still didn’t change the fact that she had hurt Kenai, and that cut deep to the bone. Tears came to the surface but she blinked them back. Blind, the valkyrie latched onto the second carcass, determined to distract herself. Her first tug resulted in failure, but her second bought her an inch of movement. She continued, malnourished muscles screaming in agony, revolting against their master, but Dye ignored her body. She was not weak, and Kenai didn’t have to do anything for her. Not after her sin. Before she knew it, though, Kenai was back and pushing her from her post again, dragging the other deer away. When he returned she could clearly see the limp on his front piston, obviously an internal wound or there would have been blood by now. She faced away from him as he settled down beside her, offering her reassuring words about protection tonight, but Dye couldn’t think about such trivial things right now. The lass’s safety had never been an issue. She turned on him, tears on just beginning to streak down her façade. They were small, delicate, dying out before they ever had the chance to touch the ground. Painfully, she managed to squeeze out words. “You’re hurt, aren’t you?” She took a step towards him, shifting her gaze to his injured shoulder. “Because of me…” Her last words were but a whisper, barely distinguishable above the trickle of the river and the distant thrum of the falls. Her biting guilt was probably plain to see, and she didn’t want to burden Kenai with her shortcomings, but the young princess was so naïve, so pure, she couldn’t hold that poison inside. This brute, he was truly an angel. Putting up with her, when not even the ravens would stay and listen. Why hadn’t he left already? Did he really care for her that much? Dye felt the burning urge to offer up an apology, but when she really thought about those two simple words it seemed all wrong. He wouldn’t accept them, would say something valiant to bring more tears to her eyes and more unnamable emotions swirling about within her skull. Instead she did something she never thought she could do, not even in her prime. Padding to her hessian’s side, the ivory mistress lowered her muzzle and licked his shoulder, knowing the action wouldn’t help soothe the pain, but what else could she do? Did he understand her grief over this injury? Anything she did would have been futile, but still she felt the tense knot of his muscles beneath his soft pelt. She ended at just one lick. A pitiful attempt at comfort, but at least it was something more than useless tears. She let her spheres drift to his, held his gaze for a second, and although she wasn’t sure what she could almost feel something pass between them. Then she blinked and turned, folding in upon herself in a tight circle for a rotation or two before plopping down at his ribs, careful to avoid touching his shoulder. Her back was curled against his stomach, much like a pup dozing off with the comforting touch of their mother. Suddenly tired Dye laid her cranium on bony paws, feeling the tears dry up at the last kiss of sunlight vanished. The sky was still painted with purple and navy, a soft sort of glow now falling over the stream to their backs. She knew it was stupid, clinging to the brute like some lost child in a snowstorm. But all Dye could think about was Kenai, how much she cared for him, how much she didn’t want to hurt him ever again. The feel of his skin was like morphine, the scent of him a downy blanket smoothing her fears, her insecurities. She could already feel herself drifting to sleep beside his strong silhouette, perfectly at ease, the wet streaks of fur upon her face beginning to dry and rustle in the slight breeze. It was all irrational, and call her weak, but this was all she wanted. [OOC: Omg aaaawwwwwwwwwww. <3 I haven't written her in forever, and maybe I screwed her up in this post, but still awwwwwww! *cuddles Kenai* He better be nice to her. :)] Princess | Adult | Packless | Falling for Kenai | Mimi |
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- its only the beginning - By Kenai April 3, 2012 at 11:09:26 PM
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