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 11, 2014 at 06:39:18 AM by N E B R A S K A
fledgling |::| fae |::| runaway |::| soare |
| The ground was shaky. It refused to stay still beneath the small cream paw - chiding and teasing the little wolf it belonged to. It was cold; breath puffed out her small muzzle in a pearly white fog. The forest: benign with tall pines rising from a nettle padded ground; yet, it didn’t feel safe, not to the youngling whose butterscotch fur was smeared with dirt and knotted with twigs.
so very cold… … and the overwhelming sense to run Micah - she’d heard the poised and dignified voice, ridiculously mature for the youth, often enough to recognize the horrifically pained cries as his own. Suddenly the soft crackled of leaves under her small paws seemed loud, very loud - she shouldn’t have been out, not at that age of the morning, when a chilled gloom was strewn across the sparse forest. The woods had seemed so foreign then, so foreboding, unfriendly. Another shriek. It was inevitable that she’d played with her den-mates in that very spot, perhaps a day, two days earlier; frantically vibrant green eyes had searched in desperation to find a familiar landmark, like a friend to nod her forward or back. Yet there was nothing. The never ending forest, her sworn sanctuary from the suffocating dens and dull days, had been lying. There was something it had been hiding. Fear, fear for her older friend wrought her nerves until it overpowered the inclination to vanish from here, to avoid at ALL COST being caught out without permission. Micah was brave, what made him scream was nothing the young fae could have imagined. Surely she would be forgiven for her disobedience, Micah was in trouble! The thought had driven her forward, ears perked almost painfully as they awaited another scream. There - it came from the left. Heedless of her small stature and her absolute inability to be any use against a bear, or even a coyote (though Mic could deal with that himself), the creamy darling stumbled forward - her nerves making everything unsteady. She had moved from tree to tree, a habit no one could explain, tripping and sliding upon the crooked roots. The screams came again, worse and worse. Frost ridden soil crackled as she had sprinted across a flatter expanse… then SNAP. She had expected to find a bear maybe, or a wildcat, not three other wolves. She’d been holding her breath when the eyeless one turned his hauntingly empty face, nose flaring in her direction. For a moment she forgot about Micah, in the absolute and utter terror that shot through her veins, she dared not move, not even her gaze. Again. Micah yelped this time, in an almost exhausted way. That was when she had caught sight of him out of the corner of her green eyes, now volted with adrenaline. She couldn’t see what they had been doing to him, but his body convulsed visibly racked by some excruciating pain. If she hadn’t been breathless before, after the realization struck her there was simply no air left on earth. But he hadn’t seen her. Those black sockets seemed to swallow her in void… but he couldn’t see her. Quietly at first, creeping backwards and shamefully counting on the noise of torture to hide her escape, the faeling slowly slipped away… She’d been running for her life. Every shadow was the eyeless wolf, behind every tree there was a sentinel waiting. She didn’t stop, not even when her paws had left blood tracks across the smooth river rocks she’d crossed, or when she catapulted herself off a sloped bank and into a gravely ravine. But now her lungs screamed in the cold. It was morning again, and with the filtering light came some reprieve of the dreadful darkness. She was so tired, so cold. Every inch of the girl’s body ached, she moved with jerking motions - it took her a moment to realize with indifference that it was actually her paws shaking, not the earth. Then Micah’s grey face swam in front of her and it was too much. Because more than her trembling body and burning paws, it hurt her deep in her stomach to think of Micah now. Made her sick. That was worse, worse than the fear of the eyeless wolf who would surely come looking for her. She’d seen something she shouldn’t have, that was so very clear. But it was worse; kind, stoic Micah - left behind. God her insides yelled with the unbearable thought. But why? The question sent her head reeling, completely worn out. Slowly, the girl’s legs folded, leaving her little body to slump against the trunk of a tree. Dimly, she was aware that water trickled nearby. Thirsty as she was, the little pup could find no extra energy to summon for the task. Sleep made her eyelids heavy, like lead. It had been… what had it been? Most of what she could recall was in shadows and gradients but somewhere in the back of her mind she guessed it had been two days. But no. Keep your eyes open. Bright green eyes, just slits yet still there, were alarmingly visible upon her face of delicate cream and coffee freckles. Just for a moment, just a few, she would rest. Then she would keep moving. Until what? A sighing voice brought to light distantly. Maybe she would never stop moving. OOC: sorry for the crappy post - still trying to figure her voice out :(  |
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- betrayal knows my name [wip] - By scion. June 22, 2014 at 07:39:06 PM
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