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 19, 2012 at 03:39:28 AM by Arcadia
( I would like to start by saying I do not own this poem. This is the property of Karen Evans. I do not in any way claim this as my own. )
And sings his mournful cry,
His mate and cubs are missing
He's not certain why.
He had been out hunting
Was gone for only a day,
And hurried back with empty jaws
So scarce now was their prey.
He wasn't gone long
Eager to get home,
But the den was cold and empty
And he sensed something was wrong.
The smell of man was everywhere
With footprints in the dirt,
And blood shed from his family
He knew they had been hurt.
He sat and waited day by day
With hopes they would return,
There wasn't much he could do
Except quietly sit and yearn.
Why would man come all this way
To hunt and shoot them down,
To interrupt their quiet lives
When no harm had been done?
Their territory plainly marked
And not once did they stray,
For they would rather starve to death
Than to get in man's way.
The smell of chickens, cows and sheep
Were so tempting at times,
But instincts warned not to hunt them
Or they would lose their lives.
And so they lived a quiet life
Existing on small game,
Careful it was only wildlife
And nothing man had tamed.
So he could find no reason
For the blood shed on that day,
So peacefully they lived here
So far out of man's way.
Maybe they'd be coming back
His cubbies and his mate,
Wolves are mated once for life
So he would sit and wait.
That was many moons ago
And they have not come back,
But he will not stop hoping
For the reunion of his pack.
He now knows men are murderers
But still does not know why,
And every night he climbs his hill
And sings his mournful cry.
Arcadia woke with a start. Heavy breathing filled the small makeshift den he had so gingerly made. A salty moisture had dampened the fur around his eyes. Arcadia would not deny the fact he was crying. For even the toughest of wolves wasn't made of steel. The reason for the tears whilst he slept was the haunting memory that peaked its ugly head back in his life when he was most vulnerable. A quiet sigh withdrew from a slightly parted jaw. A gentle paw rubbed away the sleep from his eyes. It had been years since Arcadia had thought about that fateful day. But recently Arcadia had been having the same reoccurring nightmare. Only this wasn't a nightmare, it was a memory. It actually happened. Outside he was happy go lucky and alive. But deep inside he was dying each day. As much as it pained him he simply could not afford to lay around and mourn all day. The large mass laying on the ground was stiffened from lack of use. Several quick stretches later loosened up his muscles. Arcadia exited his little den, squinting and blinking from the suns bright rays. Once his crystal gazers were adjusted he set out. Belly rumbling for some food.
The fragrance of a cherry blossom tree wafted through the trees. Arcadia padded down wind and within the shadows of the great pines. He was light on his feet making him a ghost to the surrounding prey. There were dear, rabbits, mice, moose, and many other things that would fill his belly. But Arcadia knew never to take more then he needed. So the deer and moose were out of the question. Mice were to small and he would have to kill more then one to sustain his hunger. That would be a waste of precious life. The rabbit seemed like the perfect choice. With his target set Arcadian began to stalk through the taller grass, searching for a prime target. Icy gazers locked onto an elder rabbit, sick and weak. Not only had this rabbit lived a good long life but his sickness could affect the lives of others. Killing him would be best to spare the other rabbits. Instantly the hunter kicked in. Crouching low and moving ever so slowly until he was a matter of feet from the elderly rabbit. Limber legs sprung into the air. Massive white paws landed on the rabbits back, breaking it and killing him instantly. Swift, easy, and painless. Gently Arcadia collected his prize, carrying it somewhere where he could fully enjoy it with nature. He started out, but not before thanking nature's sacrifice to keep him alive another day.
The walk was peaceful. Easing his mind from what had happened. The day was beautiful. Sunny, warm, and clear skies. Which is exactly why he was traveling. Traveling to eat in peace while listening to the trickling of water at Stair Case falls. Running water eased the most distressed souls. Thats what Arcadia needed most right now. Peace, quiet, and maybe some company. The bunny bounced up and down with every step he took. Slowly he made his way to Staircase falls. Radar like ears could hear the sound of running water up ahead. He was getting closer. It became louder and louder until he broke through some brush and into the light. Before him was the falls. Icy eyes found a shady area set right on the waters edge. A small smile played across his face. Trotting over and laying down in one fluid motion. Arcadia wasted no time eating his meal. Gently he plucked away some of the fur before tearing into the rabbit. By the time he finished a little less then half was left. He wouldn't waste it so he got up and brought it over to the a patch of dirt hidden by tall grass. Large paws dug a small hole where he placed the remaining rabbit before pushing dirt to hide it from scavengers or other wolves snooping around. The dirt hid the body and most of the scent, hopefully keeping it safe. Arcadia trotted back to his little spot, laying down once more. Hopefully someone could keep him company, so his mind didn't go insane with craziness.
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- THE LONE WOLF. - By talibin July 19, 2012 at 11:42:06 PM
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come d o w n - By Arcadia July 21, 2012 at 05:44:38 AM
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