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 23, 2012 at 04:00:00 PM by Hitsugaya
 The newcomer circled for a while, and my audettes followed each sound that the murderer made… every footfall cupped against the earth to make it more silent… but he couldn’t hide his cologne… nor his breathing. And he stunk too- with a stench like that (dried blood)… you really can’t be stealthy. I rolled my gems and waited for the fox to step out of his hiding place. Hurry up already jerk… when the tri-colored masculine did appear, he came up from behind me, speaking before he snapped close to my nape. Dumbass… didn’t he know that he should click his teeth together BEFORE he talks? It has a better effect on people… and that’s probably why I merely blinked my stunning jewels, not even twitching or moving away from the sound of his incisors moving together. Damn he needed some tic-tacs or something… In reply to his foul words (and breath), I replied… “My business is my own- filth. And you’d be well to stay out of it…” I snap at him, not even caring to turn around until a few moments after I had said my words. Dangerous looking, wasn’t he? Big muscled, handsome coloring, eyes of Halloween and blood red canines. Man he needed a bath. He began to circle around my runt frame… that’s right… he called me small. Pools narrow in absolute distaste and hatred. Fucking asshole… When I get bigger, he’s going to be the first one that I lay my daggers into…. Who’ll be the small one then- huh? For now, though, I toss my head in short acknowledgment, though it’s obvious enough that I’m not interested in making conversation with this… this joke. He’s quiet for a while- and I wonder subtly if he thinks that I can hear his thoughts. Yeah right… freaking dumbass… That’s when the nameless one began to speak again. Saying that he could solve my problem. I stayed quiet, though in my head, I was spitting out curses like a sailor at sea, looking out to the horizon with a throat of ash, cursing the gods for lack of fresh water. Did this demon actually think that I was actually out here because I was lost?!? A small smirk crosses my handsome features and I continue watching him circle. What is he… a hunter looking to rape a helpless pup? Sorry man, I’m not a girl, and I don’t squeal like one either. He had just proposed an offer for me- and I knew then that I was going with him whether I liked it or not. Is this freak what you call a kidnapper? My teal optics searched his own pumpkin colored orbs for a while and then I flicked my pearly tassel. I’m almost a teen anyway… and mother is gone… I have no known father- for I am the son of two or three jumpers that totally raped Stormy, my origin. Dangerously icy moon-catchers narrowed and I stood, shaking my tiny runt self off, pallid pelt glistening in the summer sun. I raised my dial and held it with an air of bravery. Ebon lined lips part and words slip out with a slippery feeling to them. I suppose this was when my mind was corrupted for the time being. I looked him straight on, not afraid of what my life was going to turn out to be now that I had just ruined my chance of ever seeing my sisters again with this frame of mind… only four libretto dripped off my lips like honey for him. It was a call to say that I was accepting his oh-so-gracious invitation. “Lead the way asshole.” Male || Almost Teen || Runaway || Loveless word count: 618 |
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