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 29, 2013 at 09:26:58 PM by Tryst
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The teen had been wandering for some while now. She had no pack to go home too, nor parents. It didn't really matter from where she went then. For now, the youngish femme was just enjoying the soft sounds of water over rock, the ground thrumming gently. Tryst understood nature so much better than she understood her own kind. Other wolves tended to turn her into a cold and calculating killer, whilst nature nurtured the small shred of acceptable being buried deep inside of her. It was no small matter that she took time to stop and keep the darkness from consuming her completely. The teen's pelt was dark; much like her dark hues, which never seemed to rest. Some say that those hues held a hint of insanity; others say a warm spirit hiding inside of her. Tryst doesn't really know anymore. Nor does she really care. She is what she is. Still, Tryst hesitated when her nares picked up a unfamiliar scent. The femme fatale had dropped into a hunting crouch, using her dark colouring to blend as she slunk along the ground. There was another femme; dappled with chocolate, cream and russet. She appeared to be enjoying the scenery, but Tryst didn't trust this at all. Her eye's travelled the other's form; what to do? She could attack. This would most likely force the opposite femme down to a watery grave. She could run. Tryst didn't like to run from things however. Or she could try to be diplomatic. And possibly leave herself open for attack. The femme fatale hesitated, unsure of which course to take. A young pup had appeared; ebony with a seemingly dormant temper from what Tryst could hear. Uncertainty filled her. This wasn't looking too good for the hidden ess. OCC: >.< Sorry about before, my bad completely. Apologies, especially to Rosie <3 I'm PixieEclipse. ||Tryst||Female||Teen ||Pupless||Packless||Mateless||PixieEclipse||  |
Replies:
- every beat of his cocaine heart - By rhae April 30, 2013 at 07:12:30 PM
Re(1): I'm Falling Apart; It's Killing Me - By Shimo-Ariku April 30, 2013 at 10:43:07 PM
The Voices Don't Like You...You'd Better Run - By Tryst May 5, 2013 at 05:08:41 AM
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