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 30, 2013 at 10:43:07 PM by Shimo-Ariku
This pup was not perfect, she would have her raises and her falls. Moving to Blossom was a major fall, and so was the death of her mother. But being a young, sassy pup, always thinking she was right and all that, she wouldn't realize it until later. Princess. Princcess Shimo-Ariku. Shimo-Ariku meant rose in japanese. Princess Rose in english then. She was raised learning it; her parents must of know that she would need to know it later on in life, and to be transported to Blossom. It was enough stress for her. She had to let it go by being herself; sassy and hard to get. When she looked up at the girl, she felt a stange wave of comfort approach her. In her mind, it was a blue wave, and to avoid it, she jumped to the side. But nothing was there; as it vanished. Maybe a evil aura made it dissapear? It couldn't be her's. She was too young to be evil. Shimo gave a snotty glance towards the adult; all adults were mean besides her parents. "Fine then. Don't speak to me then. I don't care." Her voice was sassy as always. She looked towards the river and her eyes softened. Again, the river reminded her of her father. Maybe water did just in general.. *She was only 5 weeks old, and Shimo-Ariku was trompsing around the field with her father. "Tag you're it!" My father yelled as he lightly tapped her, and Shimo yelped, but laughed afterwards. The ebony pup and the ivory and creme father played tag for what seemed like hours.* The princess sighed; she missed her father, and she really couldn't call herself a princess anymore. She didn't live with her father, who was an alpha. She looked at the unknown adult, and noticed she looked trustworthy, and when she spoke to a shadow, she seemed peaceful. "Whoever you are, I am Shimo-Ariku. My mother was killed from a bomb over in Japan; my home country. My father sent me here, alone." Her voice was not tender, it had some scratchiness behind it. She was trying to be nice; but it didn't happen often. She just hoped this adult was trustworthy like her guess of it. My thoughts are cruel and my actions will be devious, but yet both show innocence. "Sassy and stubborn my words are, but it's rare for my voice to be so tender and sweet." Word Count: 375 OOC: - Rosie<3 |
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- The Voices Don't Like You...You'd Better Run - By Tryst May 5, 2013 at 05:08:41 AM
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