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 22, 2012 at 06:39:44 AM by Whispers In The Dark
Whispers was so far underwhelmed with the famed staircase. She'd had such hope for company, and had yet to find anyone that looked even remotely approachable. A disappointed sigh slipped from between her lips. As antsy as she was to find a wolf to talk to, she was stubborn enough not to give up on where she was just yet. As time passed, the sparse quantity of other wolves grew even thinner. Another ten minutes and she might have decided to finally move on to another place. Luckily it was only a minute later that something gave her a reason to stick around. She hadn't noticed the wolf approaching. He came from around the other side of the Staircase and before she had a second to realize he had stepped up onto the ledge, he moved smoothly and laid next to her. At first she tensed from surprise, but after a moment passed to process it was just another wolf, the teen relaxed. She was generally outgoing, and typically not intimidated around other wolves, especially if they were around her age as he appeared to be. Her eyes darted across his face, taking a quick mental sketch of his features. His … well, handsome features, she had to admit. What especially caught her attention was his eyes, which she watched as he spoke. “So, doll, what's a girl like you doing alone? No company for tonight?” A lot can be told from a wolf's physical language. His smirk clued her a bit into his humor. “No, not at all alone.” At this point, she couldn't hide a small, snarky smile of her own. “I'm actually looking to be accompanied by a rather dashing boy. Pale coat, on the tall side ...” She shrugged, noticing again how close he'd laid down as her shoulder brushed against his. “I'm just hoping he isn't terribly shy.” Whispers put emphasis on it, teasing about his overly outgoing entrance. She directed her glance back up to his eyes. They were such a unique, gray color. She was hopeful. He didn't appear to be a jerk. So far, he seemed like promising fellowship, at least for a little while. He obviously liked to push social boundaries, however being an outgoing girl herself, she could deal with that. |
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- --but i'm not a hero, i'm a liar - By --paxten May 27, 2012 at 07:00:47 AM
you are a cinema - By Whispers In The Dark May 28, 2012 at 09:44:27 PM
--but i'm not a hero, i'm a liar - By --paxten May 29, 2012 at 02:55:32 AM
you are a cinema - By Whispers In The Dark May 31, 2012 at 07:28:01 AM
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