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.
IP: 70.56.226.26
Posted on April 20, 2014 at 06:36:19 PM by NeMO
oh my god
hes obsessed.
its cute and creepy at the same time
i cajkfkasdjk;ajd
 The moment he heard her voice, the white monster froze. Not even his sides moved to mark that he actually was alive and breathing. He didn't feel like he should be breathing-- not when she was actually that close to him. Not when her perfume had already drawn him in once, almost sending him in her direction with his ivories parted and head tilted to fit round her nape perfectly. When had she gotten so close? Was he seriously in that much pain to the point where he couldn't even hear her approaching footfalls? Are you alrigh'? The libretto echoed around in his hollow head, sending aches to his watchers and intimidating him enough to shut them closed with maximum effort. He was trying to block her out. That may be the case, but hell would not allow it's demon to do such a thing. Pushing for substance, his lungs sent a jolt of electricity through him, opening his mug and causing a loud gasp of inhaling the atmosphere to enter the scene. At first he forbid himself from inhaling her scent. Forbid himself to even think about it. But one cannot just forbid themselves to do something that is unavoidable. He did not speak to her. Instead, NeMO allowed his breathing to return to normal (or as normal as it was going to get while she was right there). What the hell was wrong with him. Why couldn't he think? Had her words even made sense in the first place? Had she not just put letters together in a form of babbling that had no real meaning behind it? Russet eyes lined with silver veins opened slowly as his body relaxed, going back to a normal state. Are. That was a word. The pallid gargoyle blinked once, then twice, and inhaled sharply as the pain stabbed his shoulder once more. He was down. Wounded due to his own flaws. you. Him? Was he...? Was he breathing? Was he really truly breathing? Was he even awake? Not a single varg had approached him so easily in the past month. Not a single varg had spoken with him. He was always so careful to stay away from those he may have ties with so that he could get himself under control. That or not allow them to see what he had become right under their noses. alrigh'? Was he... okay? The touch she put in that inquiry was what stabbed him right through the heart. Once again-- fate had never been an option to the boy lying on the ground at the mercy of a harmless dame. He was the master of his own life, and he would not be so useless as to allow fate to grab a hold of him once more. NeMO had already had spikes shoved down his throat due to who he was, who he had been born as. Nameless. Unworthy of a name. But not a single soul had ever asked him if he was faring well. Not even Clover whose essence he visited so much in his head. She had been a foster mother for him for a short while before her death. Not even Seline who was his blood and snow queen. Not even Eric who would no doubt take the place as an older brother in the vampire's head now that he had formed himself into something that resembled faintly that of Eric himself. Not even Mink whose sight was impaired but whose heart was bound to be as compassionate as any mothers might. No. NeMO had never been asked of his condition. Whether or not he was alright was something he had never even thought about. He hadn't even asked himself if he was alright. Words would not form in this warboys mouth, but he pushed past the pain in his blade and turned his head to look (as best he could) at the woman who had presented a question he had never been presented with before. Immediately the male regretted it. From a distance she had drawn him in, but this was just murder in the most undesirable way. Doll-like hazel portals stared at him with... curiosity? Anxiety? Worry? What was it? There was a touch of fear and surprise buried in there somewhere. The idea of wanting to push that fear away brought NeMO to reality as quickly as he had lost himself. The nephilim didn't even try to answer the question. Mouthing words would only put him into an even more ridiculous state, so he kept his jowls clamped shut with no sound escaping them. The only reply this damsel was going to get was him slamming his head back down on the earth as a knife slit through his skeletal structure. No. He was not alright. But there was nothing she could do about it, was there? A complete stranger was not worth the effort it took to convince to put the bone back where it should be. So NeMO sucked in a breath and moved his body so that his limb was placed confidently on the ground, though his thigh was still connected to the earth below, and he gritted his canines as he slammed his weight down, rolling his shoulder at the same time. A satisfying pop sounded and the hellion bit back a scream, nearly chewing off his own tongue at the same time. When the reaction had ebbed away, leaving only a tingling that bit into his flesh, though not as sharply as it had been when the bone had popped out of and back into place, he stood up. He didn't bother to shake his otherwise beautiful pelt free of the soil that had clung to him. Really he did try hard not to give in to the want of looking at her again. But temptation could only be ignored for so long-- and he turned his startling portals to her own, surprised again at how close she had brought herself. NeMO knew that he gave off an aura that screamed for others to get away. It was only natural for him to. Yet here she was, as close as any of Andere Seite had been. It would be an overstatement to say that she was as beautiful as the nightwalker had first believed her to be. She was anything but. Her willowy legs were not exactly in proportion with her feminine bodice, and the contrast of green eyes against her sandy red pelt was a bit much. The dip of white under her chin might have been cute if NeMO had allowed himself to think as much. But it only enhanced the round-ness of her portals with it's straight line across her flesh. She looked too close to a coyote and fox mix to be a varg that would be labelled as beautiful. Even her tail was too much like those scavengers for NeMO to give her a second chance. But there was something about that imperfection that interested him. The crooked tilt to her portals that marked her as mortal. The slim tilt of her mug as it touched against her teeth. The small indent between her portals upon her skull. The white bib that was practically a target for an enemy to mark with an x. The white and ebon lashes that touched right above her round portals, wiping off in a slender black smudge next to the crease where her nose met her brows. As imperfect as she was, it was precisely that that deemed her as a delicate sort of beautiful. Surprising, is it not, to find one breaking her down like this? It is much like a person with allergies memorizing the beauty of the flower which gives off the annoying pollen. Despite suffering because of it, the person is still brought to a stand still based on the way the soft petals have been made. This examination only took two seconds despite all the details he was able to memorize, including the distinct aroma of her perfume. She was not of Blossom's brood. She belonged to no family and was, most likely, a loner without a friend to speak of. If one had time to visit the falls without a lover close behind them, then perhaps solitude was to be expected of her. It was that that made NeMO go rigid. It would be so easy to touch his fangs to her now. No one would even bother to notice that she had gone missing because... no one would care. The pull in his arteries was unbearable. But without a word the brujo turned his head back in the opposite direction and, without a single word, took off, leaving the miss behind. The lad the color of freshly fallen snow with scarlet upon his mug was frightened of the way she had drawn him in. Prey shouldn't have that ability. No one should have that ability. She was dangerous and boy did he know it. But just as he got far enough to be considered out of sight, he took a long way around and returned to her, close enough to watch her movements, mesmerized by her fragile physique, and far enough away that there was no chance of her noticing him. No chance at all. He even went as far to stay low to the ground, though his eyes followed her carefully. NeMO was not hunting. He was watching. Something about her drew him in and snagged him by the fur, pressing him up against a brick wall. His conciousness didn't even question it, as it were. He merely felt the urge to follow her. Any sane varg would ask the reason as to why... but NeMO did not. Perhaps he knew that she was the only femme who had ever presented a dagger to him at her chest willingly. The beauty who had come too close to the beast. .... |
Replies:
- you were so innocent, but you were stealing my heart - By lihli April 21, 2014 at 04:13:50 AM
OVERDOSE - By NeMO April 21, 2014 at 06:22:20 PM
you were so, innocent but you were stealing my heart - By lihli May 2, 2014 at 06:45:01 PM
Post a reply:
<--
-->