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 July 13, 2013 at 03:05:04 AM by Mezic
One Step Closer to the Edge and I’m About to Break  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The young wolf wagged his tail at the stranger, oblivious to the fact that he had put himself in danger by not paying attention to his surroundings as he drank the cool water from the falls. This large brute was one of the few wolves that he had come across in Blossom Forest that had spoken to him. The wolves in his pack, well old pack now, Andere Seite, didn’t speak to him at all. That had been one of the reasons that Mezic had decided to leave Andere Seite and try to find a new pack to join. The large brute was almost twice the young teen’s size. Mezic still had a growth spurt or two to go through and the brute before him was larger than most wolves. Still, Mezic did not see the threat that this wolf could have, especially with the size that he held over the russet teen. Mezic imitated the brute before him, sitting down with his thick tail still wagging in a friendly gesture behind him. The brute opened his maw to respond to the teen, “My name is Bjomolf and I belong to no pack.” His lip curled with his last words, showing off one of his many large ivories. The site of the large wolf’s ivories should have brought some sort of fear, or at least respect, to the teens mind, but Mezic still did not fear any wolf. Mezic was naïve enough to believe that nothing could hurt him and that he had to fear nothing, something he would need to learn was the opposite of the truth. The brute’s fur rose a bit as he spoke his next words to the teen, “Frankly, I cannot understand why one would wish to be in a pack.” His cold gaze met Mezic’s bright amber ones. The russet teen wasn’t sure how to respond to him. “What’s wrong with being a pack? If you find the right one you can make new friends and start a family there if you’re old enough even! I just left Andere Seite actually I’m trying to join a new pack. I just need to find one that I fit into! Maybe this second one will be it!” Mezic wagged his tail in excitement thinking about trying for a second time to find a pack that he could belong to. “Have you ever even tried being in a pack? Do you have any friends that are in packs? I bet you could make a great warrior in a pack!” Mezic rambled on as he spoke to Bjomolf, curious to see how he would respond. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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