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 July 17, 2012 at 04:34:03 AM by siren
She'd embarrassed herself during the run in she had with that boy, the ebony youngster with eyes akin to her own. Her fellow almost-teen had been strange and very... kind(?). At the time, siren had immediately been led to assume that all wolves shared the characteristics that that child, LEO (she couldn't get his title out of her head), had. She hadn't met any canines other than her mother, who she considered in her naive mind to be an exception. The multi-toned lass had been dubious upon her first venture, but when she had significantly calmed down after her incredibly awkward retreat, siren had felt the tingling of optimism return to her body. She thought she'd be fine – it'd be painfully easy to get one of the wolves around to teach her to hunt. All creatures being so benevolent, they'd practically jump head over heels to help a lonely waif learn to get some supper. Yes, it was a laughable assumption, and, sometime later, a bedraggled and skinny wench now knew her conclusion had been incredibly incorrect.
It had taken days for the fey maiden to work up the courage to beg someone for help. It had been a lone female, an adult. The matron did not have time to help a poor misfit, and told her so, foregoing the verbal way in favour of a flash of fangs that sank into siren's shoulder. Of course, the little one inexplicably said something incredibly stupid and indolent after being chastised, and eventually ended up on her back, mumbling an agonized apology as slightly sadistic jaws tightened around the pad of her paw. She was released, but not before her small pride and body had been trampled upon. Needless to say, she went hungry. Now warier, the very esurient miss slunk off to try her luck on the meat trail. She wasn't very skilled, as her mother never took her hunting, but instincts still had power. Her twitching, soot-hued nose guided siren's chassis through the grass of a meadow and to a small hollow were a somewhat dumb rat had chosen to hide her young. Joyfully scrabbling at the warm-scented ground, siren unearthed her first independent meal. They were small, pink and didn't have much substance to them, but food is food to the starved. She devoured them bones and all and trotted away, still hungry, but now pleased.
The bite to her shoulder healed slowly, closing up, but causing some pain as it became better. She licked it, hoping to keep the wound clean, and managed to keep out any infection. This, her second stroke of luck, proved to be her last. Water was plentiful in Blossom, but it seemed as if game wasn't. Siren had no idea how to stalk animals, so it was difficult to get anything save for the occasional stupid mouse or other minuscule thing. She didn't have the social skills to play the helpless baby, so she wasn't pitied by the wolves she asked for help. She wandered to the prey plateau , and when attempting to watch a hunt, caught the sweet scent of a fresh kill. Unknowing of a wolf's territoriality, she blissful galloped toward the corpse. She was about twenty feet from it when three older teens (siblings) rushed out at her. They were blind with adrenaline and petty rage to the extent that they might have killed her had she not escaped. She struggled and managed to get away with her life, but was not uninjured. She rolled her ankle during the scuffle, and was scored by four sets of teeth. The tri-colored maid couldn't reach one of her injuries, and it began to fester.
Unsure of what to do but not pathetic enough to give up on her loserish existence, the gal slowly headed toward the smell of water. The stint of half-limping through the underbrush seemed to take hours when in reality she walked for a mere 45 minutes. Luckily, assumed eternal damnation and torment does not last forever. Her fragile form eventually broke through the cover of the emerald underbrush. She entered the sunlit area with relief, looking around suspiciously for any of her own kind before heading toward the falls. The was a sight to behold as it shimmered, appearing like a cool fount of liquidized gemstones to her topaz moons. The aqua was clear, and, as siren hesitantly moved her emaciated framework in, then deeper until she was about chest-deep, deliciously cold. She ached all over and needed to eat badly enough that a feeling of faintness overtook her. Suddenly feeling dizzy, the lassie took three wavering steps toward the shoreline before collapsing involuntarily, face-first. In her mind, she saw the wolf that called himself LEO. The odd urge to smile filled her. It vanished when she woke up a second later, coughing and retching, trying to regain her footing but somehow only thrashing weakly about. Her blood sugar was too low for her brain to function well, and she was too tired to carry on much longer.
Recognizing this, the wolfette grimaced at the irony of her fate before allowing her natural panic instinct to totally take over her brain.
Ooc: the last line was a little dubious... she's thrashing wildly with her last strength. If anything touches her she'll bite it~
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- the protector [ finished ] - By L E O July 17, 2012 at 04:07:30 PM
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