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 October 10, 2017 at 02:54:58 PM by Drizzt
A Promise Was Made ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ They were matched for speed and the initial lunge toward her was enough to allow him to catch up to her, but afterward he could not manage to gain ground on her. A smile, cautious at first, crept up onto his lips as his limbs flung out in long strides to give chase. He had not played a game... or really had fun in, well, a long while. Not since he had been a pup, rolling around in the open field with his siblings. His parents had never dug a den together, had never lived together, and in fact spent as little time together as was possible. As so as soon as Hocus Pocus had decided to head south to Malignant Felicity, Drizzt had been separated from them. How had it been that he had been so utterly stripped of a puphood? He had no playmates, no friends other than the dark swaying trees of the swamp, the shadows to mold into imaginary friends. But past that he had been alone. Even when he and Motionless had become friends, he had been a pup and she an adult - there were no games. And by that point, Drizzt was past his playful stage anyway. Instead, they had shared with one another intelligent conversation, advice and opinions. As he aged, he never went through the emotional stages driven by hormones. He never experienced angst, lust, or heartbreak. But it seemed that his life was now threatened by all of that now. Was he a paradox, being born an adult in the body of pup and now regressing through the mentalities as his body aged? Whether that was the case or not, all the cremoro knew was that he was actually enjoying himself for the first time in a long time. And it seemed that the feeling was mutual - Kirastasia had slowed down on purpose, allowing him to get a head's breadth closer before her plume swept in front of him. Its long, delicate hairs carried her earthy perfume, beautifully crafty and accented by the places that she had visited. Flowers, plants, herbs, and meals. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy it but the next instant it was gone. His lids snapped open, wondering what could have stolen it away, but it was naught more than the lass leaping away from him, regaining the ground that she had given up. His arctic gaze swept over her rump, each stride accenting the muscles that lay just beneath the surface and showing off the curvaceous lines of her hip, her thigh, her buttocks. Heat rose in his loins and he averted his gaze, embarrassed at the erotic thoughts that erected in his mind. His cheeks flushed and he darted to the right so that he was not running directly behind her but instead parallel to her. 'My, my—so fast! But not fast enough to catch me!' His gaze had lifted to her face and he found himself focused upon her facade, the way her lips so delicately enunciated each syllable with grace... and he did not pay attention to what was in front of them. The sudden gathering and rounding of her distracting rump cued him in enough to flicker his sights forward in time to notice the moss covered trunk laying firmly in his path. Claws dug into the soft ground and swift paws maintained his balance enough to prevent him from crashing into it. Before he had completely stopped, his weight was already shifting to his haunches so that his back paws could act as a fulcrum to swing his body around, shifting directions to swerve around the obstacle instead of leaping over it. Through the haze of the branches, the shadows, the thin fog and the greenery he spotted her easily, her lily white hairs standing out in stark contrast to the darkness surrounding them. Once again he ran parallel to her, weaving through the trees along a careful path, each step planted on ground he could count on to not collapse. Where Kirastasia was racing through the obstacle course, Drizzt went around the tanglewood, using the smoother course to catch up to her, his path uninhibited by reaching branches, exposed roots. He continued forward on this route until at last he saw an opening in the brumble. His haunches tensed and he leapt into the fray. Branches pulled at his hair, trying to slow him down, but he was already placing one foot and then the next and the next into the softened ground and pushing against it, pulling him forward. One final step and he was right behind her again, closer than ever. His enhanced vision watched, as if in slow motions, each of his breaths move the hairs at her tail base. Each moved individually, as if they were a million reeds at the edge of a beautiful lake view instead of an entire pelt. She was not just the sum of her parts, not this unique angel that was dubbed Kirastasia. No - each part of her was beautiful and perfect, even in her imperfections (none of which he had yet to discover). But time began to speed up again just as he reached out to tag her, and she swerved away from him, this time up a log instead of over it. But Drizzt was not ready to lose her again, not this time. His claws caught onto the peet and sod and he tore after her, long raking ditches tearing off moss as they damaged the bark of the fallen log. He slow to a halt nearly immediately and then cautiously neared her - he could see just how deep of imprints Kirastasia's weight had caused - he had no desire to cause them to go crashing through to the ground. The thought of injury coming to Kirastasia made Drizzt nauseous and he had to swallow back the bile that came to the back of his throat. 'Well then, son of Hocus and brother of Malignant . . . it appears I am caught. Trapped between a rock . . . and a hard place. Whatever will you do with me now?' Her sweet sopranos brought his mind back to focus, on the fact that the game was nearly at its end. But it wasn't really a game any more was it? His innocent mind had initially taken this at face value - at a game of tag. But it was more than that, it was a game of cat and mouse. She was moving inch by inch away from him, her paws clutching at the fallen tree and each step was taken without her even looking as to where she was going. A deep, rumbled whine fell from his pursed lips and his hastened toward her - if she fell, he wanted to be able to grab her, at least slow her fall. They were higher above the ground than what he would have liked - he was a wolf gods be damned, not a feral cat! - but if she was up here so too would he be. Each of his strides matched two of hers and as he neared her, instinct took over his mind. His dangled source of vitality tightened toward his abdomen in appreciation of her rolling step, her wide voluptuous hips, and his whine dropped into a guttural growl, one born of lust and need. It was a foreign sound to him and nearly had him jump, so shocked was he that it came from his own body. But then his azures caught onto her sweet pools of honey and they called to him, drew him in. If ever there was a hypnotic witch, it was she, only no evil tarred her perfect soul. No evil, no imperfection ruined her flesh, her skin, her body. "F...fuck." Drizzt was not one drawn to swears, to cussing to express himself, but he could not help or stop the exclamation. She had hiked her hips up the two supporting trees and teased him with the sight much the way a horny teenager humanoid might hike up her skirt to give the drooling boy a preview of what was to come. Kira had previously - and none too subtly - eaten up every inch of him with her gaze. Drizzt now returned the gesture as he watched her spine curl flexibly, allowing her hips to rotate up and around. His mind wandered to what it would be like to be the tree, to be the hard, erect supporting mass that she was rubbing up upon, to have her rump firmly pressed against him... She was a siren, a wild temptress, and he was helpless against her. Not that he wanted to resist her. Drizzt neared her, and reached out and nuzzled into her nape, his nares inhaling her perfume and it only heightened all of his senses. His hairs stood on end, his member began to throb even as she was chuckling, calling to him. 'Are you going to tag me, Drizzt? Then it will be my turn to chase you . . . unless you’ll give me another chance? What are you feeling right now, Tempest? Are you having fun?' His touch was met tit or tat, and she nuzzled against his chest, then his mane, then his jawline until finally their cheeks met sweetly. 'Do . . . do I frighten you? I dearly hope not. I want to get to know you, Drizzt. I want you to know me. But what could an unwanted femme like myself do to interest such a nice lad?' Drizzt growled at the thought of anyone throwing her away, unwanted, ignored, and his tongue swept out and quivered as it contacted her flesh, as it pulled at her ear. It swept back into his maw and his nape pulled over her possessively. "I have tagged you, but I have tagged you as mine. As fun as the chase was... I find that this all has a different feel of... 'fun' than what I have previously termed. You frighten me only in that I fear that my heart will gallop its way out of my chest. I fear that you will fall from this height and be injured. I fear that you will disappear, that you will be a mirage - the perfect angel who will drift away..." ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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