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 June 12, 2013 at 10:04:23 PM by RustyEyron
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Within a secluded part of the forest, beneath the shadows of tall trees that held birds singing of a spring finally arrived, lay the large form of an adult male wolf. Bjomolf, the name he went by, quite literally meaning ‘the bear wolf’, an accurate description of his size and appearance. His fur a composition of the most crisp browns and delicate tans combined in an array that framed him as a striking creature. He surveyed the small hollow he laid in with cool hazel eyes, the slight overhang of each eyelid the only display that the otherwise sturdy brute was fairly relaxed. The smallest flicker of his right ear was the only movement he made for a long time, caused by an insect flying by too closely. The sun continued to rise as he lay hidden, undiscovered by smaller creatures that occasionally drifted nearby. Eventually another movement was made, his head suddenly lifting slightly higher as his wide jaws parted to reveal powerful canines usually unexposed. His tongue curled up and over and he yawned, before joining his teeth back within a now closed mouth. Blinking a couple of times, he shook himself out of the mental stupor by tensing the muscles of his front limbs. Large paws pushed aside lose dirt as he stretched them as far forwards as they would go, before bringing them beneath his hefty chest to push his body upward. His movements were slow, but hardly lethargic, each tensing of a muscle done with calculated precision, and he rose in an almost regal manner to a stand. It was only once standing that his larger than average mass could be appreciated, as he took on an unyielding stance designed to intimidate those who happened upon him. Bjomolf was not strictly a creature of solitude, though he perhaps found his own company frequently preferable to that of others. It had been a while now since he’d last sought out the company of another of his species, having spent most of the winter months hidden in rarely passed groves where he could avoid unwanted conversation. He had once thought that finding a mate would be good for him, provide him with a purpose, yet that desire had come and gone. He was still relatively young, an adult in his prime and the wish to find a life companion may yet return, but for now it was absent. Breathing in deeply, he cocked his head minutely to the left and narrowed his eyes. He knew where he was, but not whether any others were around. Confident in himself, he didn’t let the lack of knowledge overcome his desire to move from his spot. The wolf walked forward with a lack of urgency, a look of collected disengagement on his face. He was alert, aware of the warren that he passed on his right and the crow that flew by to the left seconds before, yet most of his attention was focused on his goal only a short walk away. The faintest hint of trickling water gave the location away long before it came into sight. The sound increased until a smooth running that could only be a stream over rocks was the main sound in his ears. Scents both recent and old invaded his nose as he approached; the site popular amongst residents of the forest. He’d made his home nearby, a small area of land he moved through and swapped resting places within that couldn’t even be called a territory, purely to keep an eye on other wolves and find out any important information about the forest. Breaking through the trees, he strode to the edge of the water and dipped his head to lap at the water. It was cool and soothed his throat. Suddenly the distinct sound of something brushing carelessly through the undergrowth met his ears, and his lifted his head to turn his gaze behind him just as a wolf burst out from the trees to his right. There had been no other wolves around, and this one seemed to be alone. Judging by size, and lack of attention as the other male started lapping at the water just upstream from Bjomolf, he guessed the wolf was fairly young. A teen perhaps, maybe just out of puphood. He wondered why the russet wolf was alone, cocking his head but unable to pick up the sound of any others. "You should look at what’s around you before stepping blindly into a situation," his voice was rough, deep and with a hint of long lasting arrogance that largely made up his personality, "If I had been in a particularly bad mood this morning I would have had an easy advantage in a fight." ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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