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 22, 2012 at 04:59:04 AM by --paxten
 Paxten was an unconventional boy; anyone would agree. The chocolate girl's expression just showed him he surprised her, too, but to his shock (and relief, should he choose to admit it) she didn't seem as though she would leave him hanging like they usually did. He was impulsive, and strange, he knew, his social habits not as carefully crafted to distance himself from others. Maybe it was a good thing that he'd met her, then; and they didn't even know each others' names yet. Pax broke into a grin, partly at her words and partly at the new nickname she'd graced him with. She was the first one to not mind his naming quirk. "Who, me? Thick?" he responded, misleadingly innocent. "There are only a few things about me that are thick, and the amount of ass kissing I do is not one of them," he continued, winking suggestively.
And then he gasped, falsely dramatic, his gray eyes widening. "Are you doubting the strength of our love?" He asked, a pout clear in his voice but not on his face. His tone was one he'd use with someone familiar--and it was not often that Paxten got along well with someone he'd just met. He would try, but it was more usual to exchange a few snarky words before the other wolf would be offended and walk away. Paxten knew nothing about this girl, about her past, or her home or hell, even her relationships. The only thing he had to go off of was the distinctly masculine smell laced on her coat and that even meshed into her own scent. Pax pulled his eyes from the spot he was staring at and looked at her, smiling coolly at her exaggerated eyelash fluttering. Paxten winked. "I know I can, Doll," he said, letting her leap from the ledge before he followed lithely, extending his legs steadily until he was just behind her, but not beside her. Being a newcomer here, Pax had no idea where she was leading them but he sure as hell wasn't about to argue. His large frame barely fitting into the slight gaps in the entrance of the brush, he followed her, his eyes taking in their surroundings. Trees, trees, and--hell, were those more trees? For a few minutes they continued on, Pax dodging quite low branches at times and expecting a dead end to come at any minute. Pale gray eyes slid to hers questioningly when she stopped suddenly, before he looked forward as well and cocked his head at the clear path there was. Who would have taken the time to carve something like this out? After a moment or two, one ear twisting to take in her words, he smiled again. "You and I, we'd make a good team to explore the unknown, hey?" He said by way of agreement, before turning away and continuing forward, this time in the lead. He stepped over slippery, mossy rocks carefully, hoping fervently not to lose his balance because he wasn't really up to feeling like a fool at that second. After about a hundred feet in, though, the path cleared up and became far more obvious. It almost looked tended to, the way the vegetation was scraped to the side. There were teeth marks in the trees, so he thought there might've been other wolves here. But the scent of lupine was so faint that he couldn't even discern who they were--they were probably the first to come here in years. What they came to made him halt abruptly in his tracks. It seemed as if the river from which the Falls originated had another part to it that branched out. This creek was nowhere as magnificent as them, though--its water was shallow and slightly murky, and it was far more slender. What really struck him, though, was the drop-off just a few feet up ahead. When he moved towards it, Pax's eyes widened slightly. This creek, too, had its very own waterfall; it was small, though. But below it, there was a pool deep enough to tell him that this thing had been going for years. The sides of the rock from which the water fell were eroded, but there were smoother stones in the water beneath. "Huh," he murmured to himself, his eyes trailing to the side. The pool was only about ten or fifteen feet wide in diameter and on its endings, dry land continued once more. Carefully, the boy jumped from the five or six foot high drop and landed smoothly, his paws kicking up water. He turned and looked up at the girl, his eyes squinting from the sun filtering down. "So you knew this was here?" He asked. "talks like this." |
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