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 September 4, 2015 at 04:06:28 AM by Pierce
The ghostly figure sat alone, his snowy fur reflecting the morning rays keeping his body at a relative temperature. The water lapped quietly at his paws trying to draw him out into the cool stream, but his mind would not let him. His rigid form sat like a white marble sentry, forever frozen in a frame of reverie. His placid features reflected nothing of the whirlwind inside his mind. Yoki’s return had been a surprise to the new Beta, and his promise to help Collum take down the monster who threatened their peace was even more tumultuous than Pierce was ready for, but Collum’s jab at his position did not allow him to back down. Though Pierce hoped for his and Collum’s that Alexadria would not let him go, though there wouldn’t be much to stop him. Pierce could not deny the feelings of absolute hatred and anger he felt towards the ghoulish monster, but he didn’t want Collum to try and win a battle he had almost lost not long ago. The ghostly sentry shook his head to clear his mind, but failed to erase any of his thoughts. And he heard a splashing sound. His head turned half expecting to see Rift and Blackwolf once again, but to his surprise he was greeted by a crème colored femme stumbling down the cascades. Pierce laughed gently to himself, the ess had risen back up, her puppylike energy still abounding. “Hello there! Welcome to the falls!” Her voice carried across the bank making the ghost smile gently. The lady bounded the rest of the way down without any more casualty and made it over to him. Her features had formed into a lopsided smile, radiating happiness as only a innocent soul could. “I'm glad to finally see someone here, it's been weeks since my last visitor! What's your name? Are you from around here? Wait, jeesh, where are my manners? My name's Cordelia, but you can call me Delia if you'd like!” A gentle smile remained on Pierce’s maw. She was so innocent and sweet. It reminded Pierce of his puphood, though this girl was of his age. How could she remain so happy in a world so cold? But Pierce quickly realized the girl was injured. A small cut just above her eyes had started to drip down into her eye, though she paid no mind. “I believe a more concerning matter would be the cut on your forehead Miss Cordelia.” Pierce’s voice took a more concerned but sweet tone as he spoke to her, “Come by the water’s edge so I can help you clean that up.” Pierce motioned towards the creek just out of reach, before he trotted away to find some herbs and moss. He returned within seconds, the creek side was abundant with all he needed. He padded to water and dabbled the moss in the creek. Turning to Delia he started to dab at the cut, the watery moss gently washing away the excess blood and cleaning the wound. “My name is Pierce, to answer your previous question.” Pierce paused before continuing, he had never been experienced in talking to wolves outside of his own pack, and he especially didn’t know how to explain his rank. He dropped the moss and mashed the herbs quickly. His paw reached to her cut and rubbed it into the wound. It would stop the bleeding and prevent infection. It was the minimal healing he knew. “I belong to Spring Grounds, ruled by Damian. And what about yourself, Miss Cordelia? Where is your home?” Pierce’s voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to her. A smile seemingly permanent on his face. He stepped away from Cordelia allowing her proper space. Tiger embers looked at the ess’ figure. She was lithe and small but very beautiful… Pierce felt himself change. He stoic and sentry like disposition had disappeared and been replaced with a more genteel persona. He wanted to accommodate her, make her comfortable and if she didn’t have a home maybe even accept her into Spring Grounds! He smiled wider at the thought, his first recruit to Spring Grounds, but it seemed there was something more pushing his motivation, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint it. "Optimism is fatal in my experience," He growls. |
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- and I will sail in your eyes - By Cordelia September 5, 2015 at 04:19:46 AM
I miss calling you m i n e - By Pierce September 6, 2015 at 00:20:20 AM
I'll Leave the Ocean Behind - By Cordelia September 13, 2015 at 08:09:17 PM
I miss calling you m i n e - By Pierce September 14, 2015 at 00:37:27 AM
and I will sail in your eyes - By Cordelia September 22, 2015 at 02:41:24 PM
I miss calling you m i n e - By Pierce September 23, 2015 at 05:30:22 PM
I'll Leave the Ocean Behind - By Cordelia October 8, 2015 at 02:40:07 PM
I miss calling you m i n e - By Pierce October 12, 2015 at 05:59:08 PM
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