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 January 22, 2015 at 04:47:35 PM by CARNIVAL
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Carnival they say the captain goes down with the ship, So when the world ends, will God go down with it? Chapter One: Long Live The Queen Love Was Such A Useless Emotion: Valkyrie Chapter One Oye, little one, if you knew I was here in the shadows. My position is low over my paws, I’m ready to pounce I’m ready to RIP, and yet I do not move. I watch you, dip your distorted little muzzle into the falls. Have you not yet picked up on me yet, little vigilante? Oh yes, I see your head move the way it does. See? I can do it too… Carnival’s broad golden head swings slowly side to side, low and heavy over the ground as a serpent approaches its prey, the tongue flicking likewise between her teeth. Why these movements are instinctive she cannot say, nor when the hiss entered her rich vocal tones, when the flicking of her banner, high over her back, held the lethal snap of a rattle. Can she hear it, this timber vixen, or is she too self-consumed? Oh, anger charges the air, causing the regal to smile, her back arching deliciously in her slink. No need to hide, she’s been in the line of sight—fire—for long enough now to draw alarm from the girl. “Baby, tell me your story, and I’ll tell you something of mine,” It’s so crafty, this character she plays, that it feels as if her eyes draw themselves into slits. “I come from a place a bit like Bedlam, do you know what that is?” Waiting for the exclamation, the anger, the indignation, Carn draws herself through a steady pace around the stranger. There is an urge that draws her to the stranger; a kinship in the frustrations of a life spent in struggle, an eager desire to reshape, mold, this blank slate to her bidding—loyalty. Is that pain she sees tucked under that tight brow? Suffering? Sadism? Oh, Carnival cannot dare allow herself to hope, slurping in a sharp intake of air. It burns with the dank warmth of the heady vegetation that surrounds them, an invigorating snort of nature’s stimulants. She leaves no time for the girl to talk, but she doesn’t feel bad. Not right now. She’s too busy, pacing and standing still for a second, cocking her head, becoming wolf like, and then dropping her muscles once more to become something else, a taunting and teasing thing. “Do you know what it is, puppet?” She questions frankly, the mad gleam in her eye tempered by the wild expression of dominance and satisfaction on her mask. OOC: Girrrrl no worries, Valkyrie can react in whatever way she wants. Carnival is looking for loyal wolves sure, but no one too submissive. She never really was; she wouldn’t want to force that on anyone else. ^^ I read your post on the ooc board, and no rush on the responses! The 3-4 day limit is my personal responsibility for initial join posts (wherever they show up on the boards). I just wanted to make sure people knew that, in the case I didn’t respond the next day to their join post, they hadn’t been neglected. So no worries, and take all the time you need/want/desire/can afford/Interstellar/the fifth dimension/say what/should’ve said spoiler alert before all of these / ps your post was beautiful. Length has little meaning to me, don't worry. ^^ Write as much or as little as the muse suits you. |
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- Demons Inside Command Me - By Valkyrie January 24, 2015 at 08:26:03 PM
let the shadows claim your soul - By DEVIL May Cry May 26, 2015 at 01:59:21 AM
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