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 May 15, 2012 at 09:17:20 PM by . Howl .
 I have grown to love the rain. With it’s sufficient amount of moisture that always seems to fit the mood of one’s day. The way the light reflects in the water collaborations left behind is highly fascinating to anyone’s juvenile mind. The tiny flashes of lighter transparency as it tip taps on the terra for the first time, to me, is extraordinary. It weaves its way then, into a larger puddle of watyer and the process repeats itself over and over again and again. I wonder, though, is it true to say that gravity is what brings down the rain? I’d prefer to think of it as someone’s shed tears instead of drops of cliché moisture that magically manage to get stuck up in a cloud before the weight of it causes the atmosphere to gather in darkness, break, and spill it’s liquidy contents onto the Earth below. Then again, what interest would it be to me? I do not care if the rain drops or levitates. I do not care if it does it because it can, or if it is forced by some unseen hand that drives us all to do what we refer to as fate. I do not care if the sun rises in the West instead of the East. And most of all, I do not care if others should die before my feet and cower there in utter disgrace, turning into the mutts they have always been in their hearts… shoved deep inside the little cracks that everyone decides to hide their true selves in because they are afraid what they will be thought of if they show their frailty to others. I step over the bloodied form of a male, who was quite handsome before I allowed myself to push him around in a bath made of mud and blood. With his life blood on my maw, I continue towards the sound of falling water, which cascades and trickles over a large rock. A small waterfall, if you might call it. It is probably only that of a river, but nevertheless, the sound is enticing, and my parched throat, filled only with the metallic taste of blood and iron, yearns for the pure crystalline fluid that sustains all survival on this hellish planet. I only wish to be beautiful- and to be envied for my attractive looks by fools such as the one I just murdered, and leave them to die where the imbecile now lay, ugly…covered in mud, and very much dead. Who cares if I slept with his mate? Who cares if I mated with his two twin daughters as well? Of course, this process took a time of at least two moons- so in human calendar, two months, to complete, but looking back on it now- it wasn’t very hard to achieve what I wanted. They believed themselves to be perfect- so I defiled their naiveness with force and command… to show them that true beauty lies within oneself. And that I, Howl, was the most beautiful of all. Perhaps they believed me after I was finished with each of them. Perhaps they were angered by my hateful acts of force. But I enjoyed it…and that’s all that mattered for me. I don’t stay with females long. They become annoying- and heaven forbid I ask even once for the company of another male- he would become too cocky being in my glorified precense, and find himself envious of… well… me. Then I would have to deal with yet another troublesome factor in my life- and right now, with a smile gracing my ebon-lined kissers, I did not find that necessary to keep my drama in motion. Not. At. All. I hold my head even higher than it was a few moments ago, raise my tassel (enough to show off my pair thank you very much) and continue towards the sound of water. When I do finally reach it, I enter like a handsome demon as myself should. Dignified, graceful and beautiful. Paws now at the line between solid ground, covered with rocks, and water that laughed and tripped over the smooth pebbles beneath, covered in moss, I lower my once raised dial and drop my pink muscle down into the water. Sweet satisfaction echoed down my throat, and soon, I was in the river itself. I did not find the need to get out… Summer will be here in a few weeks, and shedding the rest of my winter coat is probably a necessity considering the temperature is rising. Closing my crystal blue optics, I allow myself to enjoy the moment of freedom. Yep. New boy in town. Heart stealer. Yours truly, Howl. Adult || Demon || Heartless word count: 783 |
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- My intentions are as clear as mud - By Keyna May 16, 2012 at 11:32:47 PM
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