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 27, 2012 at 05:10:23 PM by Hitsugaya
 I was totally out of my league. Being will all my sisters is like trying to control an elephant on a rampage. It’s practically impossible unless you have some type of dart that you shoot into their ass… but anyway. I had managed to sneak away from them unharmed… they had totally passed by me when they were running from Spock in the packlands and had left me to fend for myself. I smirk. Poor me, the little runt, all alone in the big, wide, terrifying world. Yeah right. I kicked a rock into the staircase of water, watching as it sunk to the bottom of the water. But I had hit my head on something… and now my brow was spilling crimson and sweat down the crease of my brow and past my optic… ah, well… I’d gone out of the packlands without mom’s consent, so I guess this is what I get for not asking permission first… and for abandoning my sisters as well. I didn’t know about NEMO nor Jaida’s defeat yet, so technically, I’m still a prince. Technically. I press towards the water, washing my pallid pelt off in the crystalline fluid, hoping that the blood will wash off in the stream. But I refuse to get more than knee deep in it… I’m far too small to do much else. Otherwise the current will seriously sweep me away. I ponder momentarily on just what my family is doing right now, and I’m struck with the realization that I want to go home. No. I flick my tiny tassel and growl a little. I’m staying out here until my mother gets worried and comes out looking for me. That way I can just fake cry and make her angry at my sisters for pushing me to my limits. What? She’s easy to take advantage of… not that I’m much of a whiner, but I’m sure that if I cry enough, she’ll freak out on me and forgive my wandering. That, or Leo will be sent by his own father to come and get me… if that’s the case… I clench the soil beneath my pads, demonstrating just what in the hell I’ll do to him. I lean down and lap at the water, tasting the strangely unflavored liquid on my tasters. How different this is from mother’s milk… how… bland and unfamiliar. My teal optics soften a bit and then become hard again. I shall feel no sympathy for something with no soul to keep itself company. The moon has taken over the sky now… it’s at its waxing gibbous stage, where most of the moon is lit up by the reflected light from the sun. Call me smart, but I prefer to call myself knowledgeable. I’ll be better off when I’m older than my airy-fairy sisters who would rather call me runt or no fun. A tightening in my chest calls my emotions forth. Do I really want to live my life as I am now? The one who’s always learning… the one who’s always being made fun of? A star shoots across the ebon cloaked sky and I can hear a coyote howling somewhere far off. This yipping yowl breaks my concentration and I look in its direction. It’s too far away to be considered a possible threat, but I still find that I would love to sing back to it… do something out of the ordinary for me. No. I don’t want to be an airhead. But I don’t want to be the one that everyone uses just for information and advice. A bush rattles behind me and I twist around, nearly losing my footing into the water. My voice breaks the silence, very acute and feminine… but it’ll get deeper with time… maybe. Hopefully I’ll hit puberty before I die… I don’t know if my voice will deepen since I’m so tiny, but I’m praying that it will. Who’s there?! Show yourself! I await a reply from the darkness. Is this why mother tells us to never go out at night? Because although we are blessed with a gift of being able to see in the dark, there’s still a fear in all of us that wonders just what exactly lay beyond the darkness that we cannot see through… and that is most likely the reason as to why others are afraid of the end… death. It haunts them to their very end… and then they miss their life because they were caught up in the fever of fear… Male || Pup || Spring Grounds || Loveless word count: 761 |
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- The Bringer of Death - By Delom July 18, 2012 at 08:14:01 PM
what would it take... - By Hitsugaya July 23, 2012 at 04:00:00 PM
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