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 February 14, 2016 at 02:53:54 AM by roeVy
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The slumbering maiden awoke abruptly, as if she’d been merely skimming the edges of sleep with her paws rather than dreaming deeply but a heartbeat before. Roe actually jumped backward in order to make room for her as she stood; the queen was achingly feminine, curves making her frame soft and pleasing to the eye, but the lad sensed a powerful musculature hiding under the silken ivory coat. What’s more, the wolfess seemed to know it, too. Her luminous portals bored into his face like those of an eagle: fearless and just the smallest bit frightening. This was not a female who lacked the capacity to defend herself. Without having to ask, Reo understood that if he put a single toe out of line this pale fae could probably smack him into the dirt without breaking a sweat. And WOW, was that a turn-on! Utterly unfazed by the notion that the lovely amazon was likely older than himself, the little peacock immediately stuffed his initial intimidation beneath his enormous ego, narrow chest puffing out and skinny tail arching handsomely over his spine. His hatred of the cold momentarily stepped aside so that his shockingly foolish libido could come out to play. Isn’t this why he’d been wandering around in the first place? To flirt? Actually . . . no. It had been to look for food, right? Oh well. Flirting was more fun than breaking your nails over a rabbit, anyway. “Sorry for waking you,” the boy purred, the deepness he’d purposefully lowered his voice to registering as a rich bronze in his mind’s eye. He recalled the sweet rosy hue of the femme’s breathing and wondered what she was look like when she spoke. “I was just wondering . . . what you were doing out in the open? This isn’t exactly the safest place for a pretty thing like you to be all on your lonesome.” And here he honest-to-god wiggled his eyebrows, vulpine muzzle curving into a smirk he considered devastatingly fetching. The idiot. | |
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