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 November 18, 2014 at 08:53:31 PM by Athene
 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ He awoke when she leaned into him and wrapped his head around her, drawing her even closer to him. His body warmed her, sharing its heat. Here in the open, though they were partially blocked by the tree that loomed above them, such a blanket was welcome, especially since it was him. Athene. Her auds perked, taking in his words and her maw spread into a smile. In response, a purr rumbled from her throat and she rolled over so that she was facing him. Her nose ran down his throat, tracing the cartilaginous rings of his trachea until her face was parallel with his chest. Leaning, she pressed into him and slowly rotated her cranium, nuzzling into him until she could get as close as she could. All the while, her chest rumbled. Athene was one who believed that most often, words were obsolete and not needed – a waste of time and breath. She saved them for when they were really needed… but she did not mind at all when he spoke her name. It was not just a word upon his tongue – it was a prayer, a promise, a secret. Her head only emerged from his pelt when she felt his daggers close around her ear, pulling on it gently. So attuned to his body, she felt his pulse quicken and heard it within her canals. Her loins warmed and it felt as if there was a fire burning deep within her that she had no idea how to quench, and she was not entirely sure she wanted to quench it. It felt dangerous yet desireable. All that she knew was that she desired the male beside her in a way she had never allowed herself to before. At the first touch of his tongue upon her pelt, she pulled her head back, allowing him access to her throat. As he trace her cheek, she rolled her head, and smiled in bliss as he reached the base of her aud. Her head crooked as much as it could, hoping that his path would not end. That he would continue to lick her bodice. Time seemed to stop for the brief few seconds that the moment lasted and everything else disappeared. But then he ceased the motions and pulled himself away from her. I have said it before, and I will for the rest of my life. I love you. The words seemed almost redundant to when he had simply whispered her name, but as with before, she did not mind. He loved her – it seemed such a strange ideology. In her father’s pack, love was a commodity, and it was more of a painful thing than something you truly looked for. Their mother had loved their father, but it had been something he could not understand. He had chastised her for it and constantly had told their children that it was a pointless emotion. The closest he had ever come to love had been for Athene – but that was more respect and pride for the warrioress she became. But now she knew that he simply did not understand. He did not understand that it was a rare and wondrous thing – the fear of losing it made it all the more precious. Opening her lids, she turned her honeys until they met his gaze. Her purring ceased and her maw opened, kissers parting. “And I love you.” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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