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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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Spektrum heard noise above his den. He stepped out and nimbly leapt up to the slick tone where a black 'ess and a wounded fae lay. He smelled blood. My, my, my, who has had fun without me? He tutted. "Oh, a black vixen and a wounded soldier? Hmmm." He mused aloud. Spektrum swaggered over to the profusely bleeding fae, avoiding getting his newly washed, ivory toes stained with body fluids. "Move out of the way, dunderhead." He sneered at the ebony femme, who was muttering medical intructions under her breath. The wound was deep. "Tut, tut, tut, you've cut yourself deeply by being careless, no doubt." He scolded the striped lupa, who was unconscious, with not even the slightest hint of sympathy or concern in Spektrum's voice.

"Go on, get some cobwebs for the wound, and some poppy seeds to help numb her and help her sleep from my den, vix." Spektrum flicked his tail over his back and casually ordered the Solar Eclips around like a what he was treating was just a measly splinter, and not some wolf with her life spilling out before her. There was no sign of respect in his body language or from anything coming out of his maw. He rolled his blue eyes. "My den is to the left of the 'fall, moron." Scar Face sneered. What do I care if some wolf loses their miserable life? It's their problem, not mine. He thought.

"MOTHER!" The striped fae suddenly screamed. Spektrum jumped. "What the **** do you think you're doing, maggot-brains? Calm the **** down before you bleed even more, you stupid ********** idiot!" He bellowed. Hatred flowed through his veins like black venom. "Do you want me to give you more injuries, 'cause I think one's enough, don't you?" He sneered in adangerously quiet bark. "The ugly black 'ess is gettin' some Band Aids, now be quiet, pup." Spektrum made it pretty clear that he wasn't one to cross. Ever.



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