We Could Be <sup> IMMORTALS </sup>

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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We Could Be ^IMMORTALS
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Posted on March 12, 2015 at 02:21:23 PM by Hurricane of Mexico

A lone figure moved quietly through the shadows, large, dark, looming. Shocking yellow eyes pierce the darkness the forest provides. A wolf, a giant. A fearless leader. Not.

Hurricane of Mexico was angry. He was furious. He had stumbled around in a blind rage for months. Attacking what dared to cross him, and hunting what was too scared to show it's face. Battle wounds litter his midnight pelt, blood stains his chest, his fur sticky, unkempt. If any soul came across him now they would think him insane.

Perhaps he was. Losa was gone. Gods know where she went. Or how long Hurricane had been apart from her. Time was distorted, the blind rage that had eventually taken him over blocked out everything else. Insanity filled his veins. Isn't that what happens when you lose the one you love most?

Tall dark ears flicker automatically, water. The beast hears water. He stumbles forward, large paws carrying him unsteadily toward it. The brute could not recall when he'd last eaten, or drank. He could not recall sleep, or even the slightest reminisce of any normal pattern.

Normality left when he was separated from Losa, brutal, harsh memories banished from his mind of what had unfolded later. Hurricane of Mexico followed instinct, he did not think, and he did not dare to feel.

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