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 October 10, 2014 at 12:22:41 PM by Harries.
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One lengthy charcoal stilt after another brought the kalak from the depths of his den- or love lair as he so affectionately named it. Perfumes of many a one night stand radiated from within, scratches and dints residing in occasional places in the structure of the earthy cavern. This was no home, and never would be a place for a family or male wishing to lay with only one female- oh no- this was a place of fun and seduction; the one place where Harries was always on top. However, there had been a long absence of females returning to his den and the pauper was beginning to grow agitated. Today Harries would change that absence and he had one female in mind that could help him cure his boredom and lust- Morgana. It had not been long since the arrival of his sister and with her she brought not only a scolding from his father but the news that his bastard brother was also living in Blossom Forest. And as if by a magical coincidence, his dimwit of a sibling, had pledged his allegiance to the very same pack his first victim and children also lived in. A twisted chuckle escaped the snowy throat of the beast as he strode magnificently from his nest and into the mild pre-winter winds. It was so much easier to keep track of all your pawns when you kept them in the same convenient basket. It was, as he discovered on exit from his sleeping quarters, a typical autumn’s day in Blossom. Oddly shaped and grey-scale clouds hung heavily in the blanket of darkening blue sky, as the sun, even though hidden by the groggy overcast sky, did it’s best to push warming rays towards the earth. At first the monarch had considered returning to the warmth and comfort of his boudoir in order to shut out the despicable day but he had quickly reconsidered. Wouldn’t that have been an utter bore? Instead, and despite his better judgement, the pauper continued with his journey though somewhat swifter than he had travelled before. As he moved in a maze of directions, unsure as to where the vixen in his mind was at this precise moment, the harsh breeze ruffled his ginger fleece and caused a dramatic shiver to overpower the boy’s athletic torso. Harries had never enjoyed the winter months nor had he ever liked the rain or wind. Those months were all about snuggling with the ones you loved and protecting each other from the wild elements outside; therefore being a full time bachelor was not the best profession when the wind threatened to rip your shelter from right above your head and leave you stranded in the snow and ice to meet your fate. The wolf moved onwards, pushing against the growing breeze as his chocolate portals searched for a port of interest but as he suspected no-one sane enough had dared to venture out of their homes. A gurgle of annoyance rose up his vocal tract as the world passed by silently- giving the impression that Harries was the only creature alive. ’What better company.’ His mind chuckled at the statement, but it wasn’t long before the pauper was engulfed by yet more irritation. It was starting to rain. Small droplets had fallen first, finely lacing the male to create a deep red hued robe that Harries didn’t mind so much. But those delicate little water bubbles had soon changed becoming bigger and heavier and faster sending the varg running for shelter. He travelled far and wide before coming across an abandoned nesting place, carved in the roots of a large oak tree. It was surrounded by dense foliage and though the scents of other wolves resided here, they were faint and clearly told the lupine that the previous owners of this little den where long gone. After a closer inspection, that was somewhat rushed due to the onslaught of icy cold rain drops hitting his back, Harries moved inwards. He found the small lair to be quite comfortable and easily big enough for another wolf, which brought the prince’s mind back to the wonderfully evil Morgana. She had enticed him from the first moment he had laid eyes on her snaking hips and boy did Harries want her. Of course she had played coy and made him work for the prize- but he had yet to earn his gift. And he wanted it! By the time the maned wolf had groomed his soggy coat and returned to his usual beauty and not that of a drowned rat, the rain had subdued a substantial amount, so Harries ventured closer to the mouth of the den- which he discovered rested in the vicinity of a small stream. Though the weather was still loud it had dimmed enough for him to call a certain someone to his current resting place; an offer she would surely not refuse. With that he lifted his head upwards, muzzle to the sky and let out a melodic and yet tempting song made for that one special she-wolf. It was a single word that floated from his vocal tract, a name, ”Morgana!” |
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- Bang bangmybabyshotmedown - By Morgana October 12, 2014 at 03:54:16 AM
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