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 30, 2012 at 00:14:17 AM by kohaku
 Long story short, she’d saved a life today. It was a strange thought for the thoughtful girl to process, and honestly, it was one she wouldn’t admit to her fellow Felicitans, or whatever you would call them. A family, however, was hardly that. A family for those who were related. Or… had caught her family member’s fancy. A disinterred smirk flattened itself upon the ess’s lips. Do not be mistaken. She is a physically sturdy Queen, whose name seemed to be extremely fit for her job. Queens. A wolf whom Kohaku both feared (to a certain extent) and admired all the same. Beautiful and dangerous… even though she had only exchanged words with her once, the vampress knew that her regal was one that, to her, could be considered quite the role model. Although not quite entirely, she was the mother figure Koh had lost. A mother for her pack. A mother that didn’t let shit be thrown in her direction without blood spilling on the ground soon afterwards. That sort of protection and guidance… it had managed to wipe itself off a bit on the pallid femme with a splotch of rust on her forehead. A splash of water in her face made her nonexpressive eyes dilate back to reality, but she did not react to the muddy water… rather, she kept pressing onward, a streak of ivory and orange against the dead ferns that were cloaked in white. Kohaku had escaped the gratitude of the male of whom she rescued from the ice covered lake. And now, she was extra careful to make sure that her steps were in what little water flowed through the rivers and streams, to cover her perfume and make sure that he did not follow her. If there was one thing that the femme did not need today, it was a stalker. And that’s why she did that. Just in case. She’d maneuvered her way upstream, still not caring as the soiled water cast it’s dirty fingers upon her pale dial, staining her pure white fur, with the exception of the orange splotch in the center of her forehead. She had also encountered another male (imagine that) at the Cavern of Secrets, the place where her father and mother had met. Jeanne d’ Arc. A healer and a pacifist… and Scarface, a murderer and radical. An angel and a demon… their forbidden love could not have been more short. Once Fenrir and Kohaku’s mother gave birth to them, she stole Koh away and was never seen alive by the duo left behind again. Kohaku had returned after her mother’s unfortunate demise by killers and she’d found her family. Of course, her father was not willing to take her in… but as she gained permission from Malignant to enter their territory, it would seem that Queens’ protection over her filtered through both her sons. Kaizer, if she had recalled his name correctly, had shielded her (though he needn’t have done so) from her father’s fangs, which were more show than a weapon in her case… and Nikandros… well… Nikandros had followed her around like a lost puppy. Intruiged, perhaps. She was the only femme his age in the pack that she knew of. But, despite his charms, Kohaku was not in the least bit interested. There were better things to do than be seduced by manic vargs. At least… that’s what she told herself. Encounters with males seemed to be the easiest. Females were more dynamic, and required a bit more thinking to get past. They had endless amounts of energy to waste upon dramatics, and they were never too busy for a show of power. A soft sigh escaped the usually emotionless fae’s parted lips—a slight glimpse of her pink tongue could be seen from a distance as she did so. She should have been born a boy… her brother was the second born, but he was a BOY. And that’s why her father had deemed her (of all wolves) WEAK when she’d first showed up for judgment. She would have shown him her power… if only Fenrir had stayed around… but the coward ran, never giving Koh the chance to show just how strong she really was. Hell, when she was smaller, she even looked like a boy. She had broad shoulders, muscular thighs and legs, and she was never quite tall. Over this past year, however, she had filled out as a lady. Her hips became more toned and her legs seemed to shoot up a bit, making her taller and more… curvy. Not that she cared. It only managed to get those cerulean eyes of Nikandros back on her even more. A small smirk replaced her sigh. She was no fool. Not anymore. He would eat her up if he had the chance… but she would not fall to that. If she was going to mate, her mate was going to be just as crafty and thoughtful as she was. Her breath caught in her lungs as she realized that that was exactly what Nikandros, son of Queens and two fathers, Arcadian and a male whose name Kohaku only knew by listening, Sidorio. She had never seen him though… He must have left…? The vampress shook her apex, clearing her thoughts. Thankfully she was alone. Her passionless ways were the only things that kept her blood coursing through her veins. One slip and she would fall to her own destruction. The river she was travelling down led to a more open area, where Kohaku found her throat throbbing in a water lust. She’d never travelled too far from Malignant, and had remained there since she found her father’s scent. Most of these places she was going had been unknown to her until today… and how fascinating this day was turning out to be. She flicked her audettes left and right and then tentatively stepped out into the startling sunlight. Ice crystals crunched beneath her delicate pads and she let her amber orbs flutter from side to side, like a frightened doe? No… more like an observant golden eagle, prepared to fly away should anything unknown come hurtling towards him. Nothing did, though. And Kohaku lowered her nape, pressing her paws into the icy water as her pink muscle lapped up the fluid, quenching her thirst. If it had been summer, the quiet valkyrie would have waded deeper and splashed around a bit… but Kohaku was not the type to do that, though she desperately yearned deep down to be, and it was winter time. She would just have to wait. Once her desire was fulfilled, she stepped out of the numbing water and back into the snow. They stung now. Stung because the frigid-ness of the water had seduced the temperature outside to join hands with it… and they worked now with thousands of needles to poke her calloused paws with their sharp ends. She did not wince, flinch or show any sign of her miniscule amount of torture… and she turned, prepared to continue somewhere else… most likely back to Malignant. However, she stopped. For there, behind her—he had gone unnoticed, was yet another male stranger. Her blank expression did not change. || kohaku || female || adult || Jeanne d'Arc x Scarface || malignant felicity || |
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