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 19, 2016 at 08:24:44 PM by Cliche
Cliche Setting fire to our insides for fun __________________________________________ Cliche was too busy mumbling to herself like a madwoman to sense the other varg approaching her. The sound of a soft, worried voice snapped her back to reality and she jerked quickly as if to get away from the intrusion. Her feet slipped on the rough rock leaving her paw pads a little scraped up - but she didn't really notice. Instead her wide, fiery gaze turned on the female standing before her. She seemed kind, but first impressions meant nothing to her anymore. No one is ever what or whom they appear to be. Still, she tried to remain polite even if she couldn't conceal the biting edge that usual accompanied her voice. Yes. I'm quite alright, thank you. Just having a moment to think. Quietly she rose from her haunches and moved to be face to face with her unexpected visitor maintaining a respectful, and safe, distance. A slight sting rose up her legs from her front paws, but she wrote it off. Such was not as great a concern as interacting with a stranger. A stranger who appeared to be carrying a pile of weeds. Cliche's ivory head tilted slightly to one side as she inspected the femme, confusion written on her delicate features. Curious for further information, yet not wanting to pry, she decided to give away her own calling and hope for her companion's name in return. Sorry. It was rather rude of me not to introduce myself. My name's Cliche. Who might you be? __________________________________________ And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one, 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun, To distract our hearts from ever missing them. But I'm forever missing him. And you caused it. / Fae / Teen / |
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- Time heals
allmost wounds...I heal the rest - By Hellene January 22, 2016 at 03:19:44 AM
Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun - By Cliche February 9, 2016 at 01:51:00 AM
Time healsallmost things...I heal the rest - By Hellene February 9, 2016 at 03:04:08 PM
Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun - By Cliche February 24, 2016 at 04:55:52 AM
Time healsallmost wounds...I heal the rest - By Hellene February 24, 2016 at 07:14:57 PM
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