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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[I’m happy with first person; it’s usually what I write in since I’m better at more thoughts than actions and stuff.]

Rays of sunlight soaked in my delicate pelt, the beams of radiant light created patches of lighter colour on my coat. It was pleasant warmth, perfect for sun bathing or just relaxing, being lazy; not really my thing but it’s nice once in a while, just to let yourself collapse with a peaceful atmosphere. I was more of an energetic miss, a spring in my step and a glimmer of happiness in my eyes. Yep – I had an absolutely perfect life. Almost perfect, apart from I had to live alone with not even a companion to keep me company. Well, I guess I should have been grateful; I wasn’t weak, I had no visible wounds but most of all I wasn’t dead, or in a large open cage thing where they laugh and point at you, or so one of my previous pack members said – if that was true, I am defiantly glad I was not there, I couldn’t imagine anything more angering and well darn right terrifying. It was despicable but some wolves would probably enjoy it; getting food just thrown in to them, pampered like a little wolf pup having to do no work at all, I couldn’t imagine anything more horrible; I would rather be eaten alive.

Talking of food, my golden mustard pools held on a plump rabbit. With a wide grin held on my delicate kissers, my bodice lunged forward but the crafty rabbit escaped by a paw. I seized all my enthusiasm up, and threw myself into a sprint. Appendages out, racing like always, this speed was nothing for me, I could have gone faster but then I could have out-raced the prey. 1… 2… 3… I leapt, I skimmed the invisible air and had victory in my jaws. “Woo! Oh yeah, my paws are on fi-yah.” I chanted to myself, there was no going hungry that night, even if it was just a rabbit – but a large one, plump, it had yelled out ‘eat me!’ or maybe not but I desperately had wanted it and now I had it. Would have been even more splendid if there was someone to share my lunch with, oh well, you never could have it all, especially not me. I guessed I will someday, hopefully, one day…

My petite frame curved gently and swiftly around the trees, I wasn’t really sure where I was heading but I could sure make out the moist smell of water, that and I could hear it. With my prize held securely in my mandible, my appendages trotted proudly. Amongst the fallen and murky debris, my pads make a rustle of small movement. My muzzle moved in a snap reaction to an overwhelming scent. A brute, I was okay with that, I had nothing against males – I had nothing against anyone. I was glad no one was my enemy and that I had no enemy either, turning against the world or becoming anti-social wasn’t the answer. It would be doing no one a favour unless you were a blood sucking cannibal, I mean it’s nice to get away from the world for a while but not for long, hiding wasn’t good, you need friends to live. It is basically suicide to try to live without friendship, I was just being me, I always tried to look on the bright side and go along with the right side; yes, as much as my guardian’s death pierced my heart, I had to look into the bright and glorious future.

Getting back to this king, he was a brute of many patches of colours, unique patches of fur I had to note and briefly, ever so slightly, I could tell the shade of his orbs; olive green, how marvellous, I had always loved green eyes, or at least more than my boring old mustard stained spheres. I think I should attempt to make a conversation with this stranger.

My words were firm and strong and show no signs of weakness of pain, for I was independent and had no reason to be shocked or afraid, but of course I put down the rabbit before speaking, I wasn’t that idiotic.

“Hi, I’m Kenina. May I ask of your name?”

Word Count: 702 words, sorry for a short post!


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