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 December 15, 2012 at 02:37:00 PM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ "However, it would not be so bad to participate in a race. Perhaps to Staircase Falls?" He knew the run would warm them both up, and his destination was well within the shelter of the forest. With those words spoken, he kicked out his paws to the side in a quick attempt to knock her off balance and give himself the advantage, before moving forwards with all his strength and disappearing into the forest. The brute sped through the trees, his large mass easily causing him to gain ground. His destination was one he had visited on occasion, though no particular memories of the place stuck out. He could feel a slight breeze touching the tips of his thick pelt as he ran, but it was definitely a tad warmer than the open clearing of the ash covered meadow had been. Now that he was within the forest, more wolves could be scented as having passed through. That had been his main reason for wandering out onto the seldom used patch of charred land; he despised idle chat with others. Trace, however, was interesting. He could see her becoming a friend to him, perhaps even a travelling companion for a while. It would certainly be a nice break from wandering the quiet woods alone. Bjomolf hoped she had chosen to follow him, despite his not giving up to her enticement to play. It would take a lot for him to act so immaturely around another, only behaving so once he knew them well and had wiped off most of his stoic façade. Upon reaching Staircase Falls, he looked around. As expected there were a few wolves already here. Trace, however, was not amongst them. With a smirk, he trotted forwards. An easy hop over a narrower part of the falls saw him on the opposite side of the pack. He leapt down onto a different ledge, overlooking the falls, and backed into the shadows. Russet eyes watched the slightly higher platform for the femme, amusement evident. He would wait silently for the moment she believed she’d won, and only then would he make his appearance. He settled on his stomach, paws crossed over, and waited. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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