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 June 2, 2012 at 05:34:24 PM by Bouki
 There were not many things that reminded her of her old life as a pup. Memories of her brother. A shimmering puddle in the blackness of a cave. A slick ditch drowning in the rain. Bouki thought she knew all the triggers, had mastered the self-control needed to not break out crying, but not all things in life can be prepared for, and the young mistress still had to learn this lesson. Her melancholy lookers scanned the surface of the river below, white and frothing from the falls, completely oblivious to what lay on the banks. The sound of paw steps and the scent of the unknown arrived at the same time, causing the mottled fatale to turn and glare defensively at the stranger. First glances found him to be a rather handsome tan brute, features lined with a glimmering gray. The hessian seemed to be about her age; not as wise as an adult, but not as naďve as a teen. His eyes danced over her frame, drinking her in just as she was he, and for the first time in her like Bouki felt self-conscious under that mismatched gaze. He neglected pelt ached upon her flesh and the sting of her drying tears felt like rivers of fire upon her cheeks. Emerald pools stared into amber and azure ones, questioning, probing. She took in his scent and found something shockingly familiar in there. He almost smelled of Saw Tooth and… strangely of Moth. A recent member out for the same stroll as he? It was possible, but the scent was old and musty in his derma. It was then that a new memory came back to her, a memory of her childhood which she had never once considered. A pack meeting long ago, where a brilliant brown boy had walked past her with the most curious look in her eyes. Young, or old, Bouki could not decipher the secrets within that stare. Never in her life had she experienced the true type of love. Sure, she had experienced motherly love, sibling love, pack love, pity love. But never romantic love, the type that crawled under your skin and itched like spiders. And although that was what was held within the male’s gaze, Bouki would never be able to figure it out. Shaking her dirty pelt, the multi-toned lady took another look at this brute and found him to be the one who had gazed at her so long ago. His name? Long lost, swept away in the water to her side. Her portals skitted over him nervously, wondering what he would do, if he would recognize her. A breath caught in her throat. Then his jaw muscles quivered and his muzzle parted and the lyrics flowed out. She did not expect to hear what she did. His second word… her name. How he knew that… incredible memory from long ago? Info from his darling mother? Bouki was absolutely sure they had never spoken before; that was one thing she could remember clearly. He didn’t seem malicious, but… she didn’t exactly have the best track record with men. Her gaze hardened, shards of steel flying at him as a warning. At least she was able to catch his name again. Holo. Not that it made her remember anything new or brought her to any new revelations, but it was still a nice name. Viewing him in a new light, Bouki took a step or two forward to close the distance, although her movements were still wary. Silence stretched between them and Bouki was honestly not inclined to say anything. He was not doing anything to earn her trust, nor had he done anything to incredibly piss her off. So the lass simply stared at him, pine spheres cold and perplexed. For a few seconds the vix almost considered walking away, and her tendons almost complied, before he was speaking again, three simple words. ‘Are you alright?’ Her hackles rose slightly, defensive. Of course she was alright. She was fine. She was perfect. Life couldn’t have been going better. And here he was implying that something were wrong?! She snorted and looked away, eyebrows furrowing. “I’m well enough to kick your skinny little butt, if that’s a good enough answer for you.” The lady’s reply was an honest shock, to both wolves probably. It had been a long time since she used such sarcastic poison in her vocal chords, as the ways of adulthood usually breed that trait out, but Bouki was surprised to see it still dwelled within her. Still, she did not regret her statement. This creep deserved it. Glancing to him one last time, she flicked her ears and turned, tassel raising to her position of Epsilon. Seeing no other option, the valkyrie pushed her way into the current, the cold liquid biting at her cells. She could lie and pretend it was nice to see a long lost friend or something like that, but in all honestly she just couldn’t deal with any extra stress right now. This brute had pushed her buttons in the wrong way. Sloshing through the stream, the vixen felt oddly numb, but also in a way she hoped Holo would come back to his home. Maybe then, after things had been sorted out, she could truly talk to him and get answers. __________________________________________ Vixen |Young Adult | Princess of Hiore & Gypsy | Saw Tooth Warrior | Epsilon |
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