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 23, 2013 at 11:43:16 AM by Tag
Tag’s small, youthful pistons loped at an uneasy, unsteady pace. He was not at all experienced on his paws as he was a mere pup but he was growing stronger each day… if you didn’t catch view of his daunting mass. He was surprisingly skinny, bones protruding ever so slightly from his cloak of black fur. But he was not on the verge of death. He had eaten, even if it had been a slight meagre meal. It allowed his body to continue to function and that was enough for Tag. The hessian had the energy of a large amount, it kept him up and running around. And he had no reason to stress; after all – what did he have to care about? He was a small section of the dark of the world. And yet his darkness was hardly visible compared to any of the other wolf’s misdeeds; some of which pained Tag to think about. But why would did Tag worry? It hadn’t happened to him, so he didn’t need to worry about anyone else. Sympathy or empathy hardly ever crossed into his mind. Other wolves would sort it out. That pup crying? Good, it’ll toughen them up. The young tyrant’s appendages came to a rusty halt, skidding intimidatingly across the damp stones. His stomach summersaulted for a quick, brief moment because he could process he was actually alright. Tag’s grin broadened into a wide stretch; like perhaps a slightly minor Cheshire Cat. His emerald lanterns flittered around the area, absorbing the mixed fragrances that mingled into his sooty hide. Water seeped into the cracks of his pads. Birds flew wildly from tree to tree, singing sweet melodies into the afternoon air – not that he held too much attention on that aspect of Staircase Falls. It would be good fun, Tag decided determinedly. Before he could even prepare to savagely dive into the quiet odyssey of the flowing river, Tag spotted a small figure in the near distance. He wept gently on the side of the stream. What was wrong with him? A familiar scowl retreated to the tyrant’s features. He should quiet his moaning. The brute observed him – ceaselessly – the scowl never once wavering from his obscure face. Why was he just sitting there? The hessian padded silently towards the figure which appeared to be around the same age as himself. Hopefully he wouldn’t be such a weirdo - not like the other two pups he had encountered; one rude and arrogant, the other quiet and anxious. He stared intensely down at the pup. “What are you doing?” He retorted, eyes examining his body for any signs of injuries. “Get up.” The pup was uncertain on what to feel; he felt deeper emotion of… sadness. It was not one he was frequently acquainted with. It made him feel…weak. But then there was also anger, confusion about why the fallen fledging just remained crumbled upon the damp floor. Didn’t he want to rise and play? Had he no spirit? He didn’t need a friend but he was sure as hell that this guy needed one. Word Count: 517 OOC: Sorry for the wait. :) Souleh readers note;; tag is a difficult pup. he is sexist towards females, believing that they are uncapable of anything. he likes to believe he overules anyone. he is arragont and hostile, finding it difficult to interact with others. |
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