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 03:10:38 PM by NeMO
 His words apparently did not register right away. Instead, she looked at him as if he had just spoken in the language of Wolfbane, a most horrid speech indeed. Her eyes wide with-- fear? The miss looked a little... woozy. NeMO pricked his listeners forthwards and then stepped back a tail-length or two, giving her space. Or rather, giving himself space. To stay away from that perfume that she gave off that somehow managed to draw him in each and every time. The breath that she takes now is shaky and deep. Curiosity and a tidbit of fear hits the vampire straight in the chest. There was a possibility that it was the blood. Get away from me. Of course, he had already moved far enough away, but deciding it would be best to follow her orders, the bastard of a King and a wench continued to move backwards, only stopping when he deemed it appropriate. Now he was at least eight feet from her. Far enough away for her to not feel pressured, but close enough to come back to her aide should some other creature of the night rush her. I...I just... can't stand the smell of blood on you... Well shit. Realization slapped the alabaster brujo right in the face, leaving a mark that would most likely not fade away for a while. If she couldn't stand the stench of the crimson fluid that ran through each and every one of them, then how was he to gain her trust? Not that he wanted to. The demon's russet pools flickered to the side, a moment of weakness in the strength that he had recently acquired and deemed his own. Auds faltered for a second, the old beast coming back into light. One that pleased because, otherwise, he would be beaten and punshed severly for his mistake. However her movement as she lowered her nape to the terra beneath her caught him and hooked his attention back to reality. And then her words sent another knife straight through his heart. What are you? Even he did not know the answer to that one, so why was she asking? He still hadn't decided if he was going to let this newfound power oercome him, let it control him as it willed to, or if he was going to be the one holding the reins. And even if he knew the answer to who would be in control, what would he be? What was he now, having just saved her life despite not even knowing her name? Releasing the breath that he'd been holding, the blood covered reaper dipped his scarred head in her direction, a movement that he had not done since he had last spoken with Seline. It was his utmost respect being delivered straight to her. That you will have to decide for yourself, ma'am. I was called angel at some point... but we both know even angels can fall from the heavens. And with that, he turned and moved off, sure that those bastards wouldn't be coming back anytime soon if there was blood all over the place that stunk of their own brother's intestines. And NeMO ran, kicking his hinds into gear so that he may reach the safety and familiarity of Andere Seite once more. .... |
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