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 August 27, 2014 at 06:21:41 AM by Rodan
His mind tried, it really did, to connect the lupine with a past memory. But it just couldn't. So, fortunately for the ebony devil, he had a blank canvas to paint however he wished. It was slightly unerving to feel the demon's hazel eyes boring into his mismatched ones. He had always been self conscious about his Heterochromia. It tended to unnerve others and it had been one of the things that had been the root of his abuse. A green eye from his mother, a blue from god knows where. He was certain his father didn't have blue eyes. He would've remembered that. Kahn had bright blue eyes, but he was his uncle. Ro had always wondered about his and Tempest's uncharacterisric traits. Perhaps his eye's were just a generic mutation, but there was white on both of them. Tempest has inherited the black pelt their father wore, albeit with a white chest, and their mother had had a gray coat like Kahn did. The older he grew the more he wondered about these sorts of things. To be quite blunt, he was an impossible creature.
He remembered very little of his mother. Bits and pieces here and there. He had Kahn's stories of her too, but those weren't as concrete to him. She had been sweet, kind. A generous soul with an innocence about her. Delicate and dainty, but always raring to go. Kahn had always said she could do better than his father, the cruel monster. Rodan had received the full story of their relationship in an incredibly bitter tone. His father was the prince of the pack. She was the daughter of a low ranked soldier. They saw little of each other until they were teenagers, when he started doing more duties and she was to be presented to the king as all females were at that age. As a adolescent male, he looked over each and every female, but as soon as he set eyes on her he could not stop looking at her. She too, was strangely attracted to him. Though she had many who tried to gain her attraction, she found the young prince was the only one who did. They began courting (in secret as he was to marry someone of high ranking whether he wanted to or not) not long after.
He was horrible to everyone else, even at that age, but somehow, was sweet to her. She was probably the only one who loved him. Who could love him. It only took a few weeks before he told his father who he wished to marry. The king was furious that he should want to marry someone fit only to be a wench. The two argued for days until the king finally conceded. The pair were married not long after and the king learned to accept it. Kahn, did not. His bitterness led him to run away, coming back only to see his sister sometimes. The two lovebirds took over ruling not long after. He was a much kinder ruler when she was around, but once his back was turned tightened his grip. The pack was the most powerful for nothing. Everything was lovely for a while. He led with with a fair, but firm hand, cruel only when his mate was not around. She was kind and loved by everyone. It was not long into their rule, however, that she discovered something. She discovered that she was pregnant. Kahn had said she was nervous about this, though he couldn't imagine why. He had been angry with her for doing the deed with her beast of a husband. The king had been overjoyed though. Eventually the announcement spread across the land.
The queen left home less and less often as the weeks dragged on. Her mate was excited apparently. He couldn't wait for his little prince or princess to arrive. The problem didn't begin until they did. Two of them. Two. Rulers were only allowed one. They were both healthy, strong boys. Tempest and Rodan. They'd decided to keep the younger of the two, Rodan, purely because she had her heart set on him. He would've kept Tempest, but would not disagree with his darling mate. Even though she'd produced a monster, he pretended to love him as she did. Her murder had messed him up worse than before.
Even his cruel father could find love. So perhaps there was hope for Ro. Someone in the world had to love him. His ears perked at the stranger's voice. Curiosity. You see, I'm new to this land. the voice was low and had a rough timbre to it, charm dripping from every word. It intrigued the ghostly boy. It was rather comforting for some reason and he was drawn to the stranger because of it. His tensed muscles relaxed and his guard dropped completely, a foolish and unwise move he would grow to regret. "No, I'm afraid I haven't." he replied. A soft smirk fell onto his kissers. "Yeah? Well, I was... am... A prince. But titles mean nothing here unless they are received here. So you're just like me, pal." he tossed out. "Name's Rodan, by the way. And you are..."
Ooc: lots of backstory, sorry
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- the fallen king - By Priam September 3, 2014 at 11:28:03 PM
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