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 13, 2013 at 04:11:57 AM by Mezic
One Step Closer to the Edge and I’m About to Break  |
_________________________________________________________________________ Mezic had excitedly begun to lap at the stream, being ignorant enough to ignore his surroundings. He was still young enough that everything excited him, even something as simple as a new stream to be explored. He looked forward to exploring the cool water and the surrounding area, thoughts of adventure on his mind, when a voice disturbed his thoughts. He yelped with surprise and jumped back. He looked over towards the sound, shocked to see another wolf near him. The large brown brute spoke to the teen, chastising him for his carelessness, “You should look at what’s around you before stepping blindly into a situation. If I had been in a particularly bad mood this morning I would have had an easy advantage in a fight.” Mezic knew that this brute was right, silently scolding himself for being so foolish. He knew just by the sheer size of this wolf, never mind his lack of skill, that the teen would not stand a chance in any fight against him. The young brute was not sure how to respond to this wolf, in the end deciding to introduce himself. “Yes, yes, you are right,” Mezic spoke, brushing off the foolishness that he had displayed. “My name is Mezic and I just joined the pack Andere Seite!” the brute said excitedly. “What’s your name? Do you belong to a pack too?” The questions tumbled out of his maw, eager to speak to someone new after the quiet wolves he encountered in his own pack. The young brute was never taught how to act around other wolves, especially adults older and more experienced than him. This did not concern him, Mezic was young enough still to not have fear in anything, assuming that he could handle anything that came his way, a very foolish way to live. Mezic wagged his plume slightly while he waited to hear the brute’s answer with perked ears and alert amber eyes. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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