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 February 19, 2013 at 00:54:43 AM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ A soft smile was on Mae’s face as she listened to Terrel’s response. His voice was calming and kept her concentrating on the present rather than being lost in past memories. She surveyed the male’s coat as he mentioned that is wasn’t too thick, once again noticing the unusual patterning of brown hues spread across his body. The pelt was a unique variety of colours, one she’d never seen even in her home lands where coats were generally a mix of sandy shades. “Yes,” her gentle voice contained only fondness, “It was a very pleasant place; I never think about it much anymore, but I do miss it.” The femme raised a brow as he mentioned his preference for colder weather. She recalled from their last meeting that he’d vaguely told her that before. She couldn’t particularly understand it, but then she wasn’t used to that sort of climate. Her pelt was actually designed for snowier weathers, but as the only snow she’d ever seen was a light sprinkling the year before just as she crossed into colder lands over winter she couldn’t judge it yet. “I grew up in the heat,” she justified her preference for it, “It’s the only weather I’ve really known, and I suppose it reminds me of where I was born.” She didn’t consider those lands home anymore. Her new pack grew more and more on her every day. That didn’t mean she’d let go of her memories, just as she’d never let go of the few darker memories she had. They all added up to make her who she was, and the path they set out had led her to where she was today; she wouldn’t change a moment of the past. As the pair relaxed, the yawn Mae released was noticed by Terrel. She couldn’t help but grin back upon seeing the mischievous expression on his face, “As much as I’m relaxed enough to sleep, I don’t fancy lying down on this surface. You may be able to be comfortable, but as a delicate lady I don’t think I’d manage.” Her tone was teasing, especially in her last sentence. At the end the words were punctuated by an overly expressed, sweet smile contrasting the daring look in her eyes that were a response to his mischief, enjoying the banter between them. Mae was glad when they agreed that they each thought of the other as a friend. She’d already felt that way, but was grateful to hear an assurance in words. Her tail thumped gently against the rocks, the sound muffled by the fluffy fur. It was the only part of her where her fur didn’t seem specifically placed to create her overall appearance, tufts of a fluffier texture sticking out. She was glad it was as it was, the soft fur often being a comfortable place to rest her head if she was curled up. The femme’s ears fell back in slight embarrassment as the conversation shifted to ranks and he said she’d be an honest beta, the words a compliment to her ears. The position of beta was more of a distant dream than something she aimed for, and she’d never be able to force anyone out of their rank. If it was open for the taking she’d be more than happy to step up and aid the alphas, but she couldn’t remove someone else from their position in case it upset the balance of the pack. Besides, she respected wolves in such a position too much for that to happen. “A gamma…” she thought for a moment before answering his question, “I’m not sure exactly, but I suppose they’re the equivalent of a beta to an alpha, but for the beta. As in, I suppose they stand in when the beta’s not available and support the beta in what they do. At least, that’s how I interpret the position.” The femme was slightly surprised as he mentioned his first choice would be the alpha position. She tilted her head to the side, studying him for a moment and imagining how he’d act as an alpha. He’d probably be more open with the pack than their current alpha, not that Lucas’ rule was a bad one; she respected the alpha male of Saw Tooth, but with that respect came some fear. She’d never spoken to him, or seen him speak more than a few words, and he carried an air of intimidation to an extent. She could see Terrel being more involved with the wolves of his own pack, including those at a lower rank. “I can see you as an alpha,” she nodded with a smile, “From what I know, you’d be fair to a pack. Perhaps one day you’ll get there.” He mentioned his second choice was beta, another worthy position in any pack. “I agree with you in respect of ranks, however. So long as it means the pack are all cared for, I don’t mind which position I’m in.” Mae continued to glance at the sky for a few moments, before turning her gaze upon Terrel once more. She opened her maw, about to carry on with their conversation, but froze when she felt something land on her right ear. Said ear flickered at the feeling and her head twitched at the same time, gaze drawn back up to the sky. She wondered whether the drop was a rogue or if the rain was about to start up. In experience, once you felt one raindrop it would soon be felt by another and the process would continue as the sky had exhausted itself. She turned back to Terrel with a questioning look. “Is it raining?” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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- .:i used to rule the world:. - By Terrel February 19, 2013 at 07:51:53 PM
The Curious Fae - By RustyEyron February 19, 2013 at 09:15:43 PM
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