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 April 26, 2013 at 06:07:44 PM by Yonna
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I trail leisurely through the bitter terrain, reducing ever so slightly in the snow; my lime emerald optics observes the elegant indents left by my sandy paws. The coldness seems to dwindle up my pillars, chilling me to the bones and I cannot help but shudder. My sandy pelt is enclosed in a sheet of indulgent snowflakes; I adore the feeling of snow. They are the silent falling feathers of the sky, the silent falling paw prints of the sky – all unique. They are able to glide down, floating in many different directions before becoming one. They are like group animals in reality; trailing their paths and options before roosting in a pack. Speaking of packs – I should join one soon. It is always good to have pack to fall back upon. I have never resided in a proper home before; a proper pack is somewhere you feel safe and happy in… I have known none of these… But I must not stray on that thought for long – that will all be in the future. My optics absorbs the scenery around me but all I can see is white, all I can smell is a pungent scent of coldness- lovely. A swift breeze sweeps past me, my sandy pelt is disturbed in the process of the wind. My fragrance will accompany the wind to the on-going travellers. As I advance gently through the area I have found myself in, a loud voice rings into my towers. He talks unusually; through a thick accent that I cannot pin point. My optics survey the area in attempt to find the talker. The voice is high and cheery with no hostile atmosphere that I can locate. ‘What brings you out into weather like this, мой подсолнечника?’ My eyes cringe, brow furrowing. Sunflower -- what type of nickname was that? I see two blue, if slightly violet eyes inspecting me and then I perceive his furry pelt with extensive limbs attached to it. My maw tweaks into a slight smile, it seems I have dawdled into the company of an eccentric brute. “Hello,” I communicate uncertainly. “I fancied a stroll… I am Yonna – and who might I be talking to?” I do not speak a lot; I have never been a strong talker but I speak enough to create a conversation. I move closer, settling in front in front of the well camouflaged tyrant. There is nothing that frightens me against this brute; he seems ordinary enough. Although the one thing that catches my attention as I examine him, is the striking eyes he possesses. Never in my days have I caught view of such beautiful eyes. I say nothing as I wish not through incorrect signals his way. With a small sigh I stare around me – he certainly seems to fit in with the landscape. I am almost at the point of emerging into the snow although I have a sandier pelt. The tyrant intrigues me; he is rather unusual - although perhaps I have not encountered enough wolves? |
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- Become one with Mother Russia, да? - By Ivan Braginski April 27, 2013 at 01:39:54 AM
&& i'll spread my wings and become a dove - By Yonna April 27, 2013 at 08:43:50 PM
Become one with Russia, да? - By Ivan Braginski April 27, 2013 at 10:02:56 PM
&& i'll spread my wings and become a dove - By Yonna April 28, 2013 at 02:13:56 PM
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