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 27, 2012 at 09:30:51 PM by H O L O
 Though the wounds had long since healed, and though the scars were faded and yet still obvious across his hide; Holo continued to feel the aches and the pain within his breast, and within his limbs each and every day he continued to exist. He had not stepped foot in his home since the day he had lashed out at his Father; and done the most cowardly thing and bolted, running away and not looking back. He had not heard tale nor whisper from his sister, Nova, nor Mother, Moth. He thought about them each and every day since leaving, and they never strayed too far from his thoughts when he wasn’t thinking about him. He wondered how they were faring, if they were well, happy, content with their lives. He wondered how Moth was faring with Lucas and their new children, how Nova was holding up with them and how she was treating their Mother. He felt the guilt in the pit of his core for the way he had left and not returned to them.. but he felt as if he could not go back, at least, not yet. And then the incident at the caverns had happened.. the poor, deranged male he and some foreign stranger had approached and attempted to console.. only to be savaged in return, Holo doing all he could to take the worst of the damage away from the elder who had stepped up beside him. Well.. that’s what one got for trying to help a stranger, was it not? For months the prince had worried he might have lost complete and utter use of his right hind leg; but after months of patience and careful treatment, the limb was almost good as new. The darkly toned wolf could say the same for the other injuries he had received; that to his forehead, his temple, his left shoulder, and along his back. There had been a slight infection with the one atop his shoulders, for he could not reach it completely to keep it as clean as he would have liked. But rest and plenty of water, just as Moth had taught him, had literally saved his life.
Yet even so, as he quietly padded along through the silence and peace of the forest now surrounding him, he felt the aches in his limbs, the ache in his mind; the ache within his breast. Each breath he drew in seemed to forever deepen the pain, until a certain point passed in which he simply could not remain conscience. Call it insanity, call it instability; call it whatever you wished, for Holo did not have a name for it. Call it darkness, call it misery, call it depression; call it loneliness. The boy hadn’t given much thought of what to call it anyway, as it was something he would rather not think about too deeply. If one delved too deep.. they may just be frightened of what it was exactly that they found. With a quiet, almost silent breath slipping past his tongue to drip past his dark lips, Holo allowed his mismatched eyes; one a deep honey golden brown, the other the brightest of cobalts- to roam slowly around his surroundings. It seemed that the foliage around him was growing thinner, until his large paws drew him past the line and he arrived in a slight clearing. He had not noticed it before, but a faint mist hung in the air, as did the strong scent of fresh, spring water. His auditory senses just faintly picked up a deep roaring and rumbling, and he figured quickly where he must have stumbled upon; quite by accident. The infamous Staircase Falls of Blossom Forest. He had never visited them himself, but he had heard many a tale and story about the wondrous and most magical place. Aiming his frame in the direction of the rumble, he quickly made his way toward it; before the magnificent wonder came into view of his deep gaze. It was beautiful, and if Holo could appreciate anything beautiful at this point in his life, this place would be it. The young wolf found himself gazing up at the falls for several long moments, before his body turned to the side and he made a wide arching path with his paw falls. Making his way around the right side of the falls, and up the sight incline just beside the water, he then found himself a bit upstream of the falls, the rumbling now again just a faint rumble to his senses at this vantage point. Quickly dipping down his slender and agile jaw, he sated his thirst with several long laps, quenching the thirst burning in his throat before lifting his skull up at the approach of foot falls to his left. Tilting his jaw in that direction, he equally brought his eyes over as well; before spying the culprit of the sounds. It was a young female wolf, of pale colouration, with deep sage coloured irises that he instantly recognized. Those eyes had been the entire reason he had once been bound to the spot, though he had never once even spoken or been acknowledged by the bearer. Bouki. That was her name. She was Gypsy’s daughter, a wolf the boy had once known when he was growing up in the heart of Saw Tooth. She still smelled faintly of the packlands, but the scent seemed to be getting more faded, and Holo wondered fleetingly if she had taken her own leave. Realising he was mindlessly staring at her, he grimaced slightly, the expression contorting his relatively feminine yet handsome features, but he did not take his gaze off of her. Instead, he allowed his frame to turn to face her, as his skull and jaw were currently doing. Taking two steps forward, he closed the distance between them just enough so that he could speak.. and she would be sure to hear it. “Hi.. Bouki. I.. don’t know if you remember me, but.. I’m Holo. Moth’s son.” Knowing he had used her name without her giving it to him might have offended her, the most silver toned prince didn’t exactly mind, nor did he exactly care. He knew her regardless, even if he didn’t actually know her. Tilting his jaw lightly to the right, he took another moment to gaze at her and take in her fourm again; both had aged into practically full adult hood since he had last seen her as the teenagers they had been, and.. needless to say, he could not doubt the beauty he still found in her. Though her pelt was not as lush and perhaps as bright as it once had been, and her eyes.. did not hold the same mischief and laughter when he had first laid eyes upon her, but there was still hints of such lying just beneath the surface, he knew. The boy had not had any social nor physical contact with any other wolf since the incident, and while he was still weary.. he was also vunerable because of the interest he had developed in the girl so long ago; the girl he had never even gotten to know, or gotten to say hello to. Something told him that the dampness upon her cheeks and muzzle was not only from the thick mist surrounding them, or the cold fresh water of the stream that fed the falls.. but he at least knew wiser than to comment or ask about such. Instead.. he groped silently for words to give her, before allowing his voice to flow forth; his tones quite like his Mother’s in the sense they were steady, firm, with that warmth and welcome just below the surface, as Moth’s always seemed to seem. “Are.. you alright?” He hadn’t much used his voice since the incident either, seeing as there’d been virtually no need.. and was honestly surprised to find it much the same as it had been before, but, figured it wouldn’t have been if it had been any other wolf he’d come across.. other than her. It was strange. Though he didn’t know the girl in the slightest, something about her almost made him feel the boy he had been so long ago, before so many things had turned sour and went bad, before so many aches and so many pains had entered his life. Shaking his jaw momentarily, as if in a physical attempt to rid himself of his silly thoughts.. he allowed his mismatched gaze to wander away from her, glancing down to the earth between his large yet slender paws.. before allowing it to travel back up once more, his jaw dipped down slightly as he did so, gazing up at her once more, awaiting her reply, if she gave any. And if she decided not to.. well.. he would just have to try harder and give her more to go off of; after all.. if there was any wolf he had been interested in speaking with, and actually getting to know; it had always been her. The strange pale princess with those equally mysterious, deep yet pale evergreen eyes. |
Holo ;;
it was you that made me into this ;; |
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