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 November 15, 2017 at 03:59:27 AM by D i o s a
a vexatious kiss
Diosa had never asked for this. She had never asked to become a vampire or have the need to feed off of others in order to survive. No, Lucaya had turned her to save her. How ironic was that? The small babe had been saved from the brink of death only to bring others to it, send some over it, and those that were lucky enough were strong enough to come back like her or remain unchanged. Her sister Holly was one of those rare few that had survived the change, although maybe she wasn’t entirely the same. She lived with the undead. Their mother was a vampiric Queen, with a thirst for blood that conquered everything and had a temper to rival anyone. Although anyone who challenged the Queen on her own turf was likely to die trying or become one of them. Maybe death and destruction had followed Lucaya around before her change and so nature had had its way with her and she became true to her nature. And she passed this on to Diosa and her siblings. They had been on the brink of death, but somehow the gods had sent someone to save them. Although in a twisted sort of repayment for escaping death they could now kill others with a swift bite, poisonous to any but other vampires. Or rather they had to, to continue to escape nature’s reaper. Worse was that Diosa didn’t hate her life or herself enough to accept death. She realized now though, that for now it would be best to stay within the confines of Caidir Olc. There she would be accepted for what she was. Until she got her hunger under control and learned better spots to hunt, she would have to count on her sister or mother to bring home unsuspecting guests or willing participants. Nature had twisted her up so badly that her desires did not match the young lady within her that wanted so desperately to fit in and be normal. What was normal though? She found that this differed based on circumstance. In Caidir she was normal. Her blood thirsty drives were accepted and encouraged. She could let out the cold and sarcastic side of herself that made her capable of living in that harsh environment, but when she stepped outside of the pack that all changed. The sadistic thoughts in her mind had to be contained, the harsh bite of her words and literal fangs had to be held within. In contrast the soft, gentle and caring part of her soul could come forth without refraining. Just as when she had been with Khaleesi at the border. Normal wolves didn’t want to see her vampric tendencies or nature, but those within Caidir Olc didn’t want to see the soft side of her. And there really seemed to be no balance for it. Diosa did not know there were other magical beings within this land. She did not know her inherent hatred for the Tempest or her deeply rooted need to hoard the Icarus Irae. She only knew the bounds of her own kind and how the light could kill her in an instant, but even in the darkest nights she could see the world around her in incredible clarity. Just like now as she stared at Briseis struggling to regain her own posture. Diosa wanted to help her, but she feared the retaliation that the other femme might have at the sight of her approaching. She lifted a paw from the mush ground as if to step forward, but she refrained seeing that Bri had locked out her limbs to keep her figure upright. Diosa knew that there was probably questions floating through the other femme’s mind, but she would’ve thought what came from her mouth would have been acidic commentary and insults. She was surprised to only hear the soft questions and startling realizations, that even forced her to think. I was turned… my kind can’t have children of their own, they must be bitten to be ‘born’. I didn’t know I could inflict that sort of pain because when I was changed I had already been so close to death that there could have been no more pain comprehendible to me. As sick and twisted as it was Lucaya saved my siblings and I by changing us. Diosa’s crown dropped down in defeat, Holly was the only one who didn’t change, but it’s hard not to change when you live in a pack of vampires, where sadistic and blood thirst is normal. There are days I crave normalcy, but I realize I wouldn’t survive in Caidir if I wasn’t changed. I mean I wouldn’t be alive if I hadn’t been changed, so isn’t it only fair that nature makes me realize that I escaped by death, by making me have to feed, and potentially kill, each season for my own life? Diosa rambled on as she stared into the ground, her claws scratching aimlessly into the boggy marshland. Diosa looked up when she heard Briseis start to turn away, talking on about how she needed to return back to Caidir, to Draven. The dawn was approaching, and for Diosa that meant she needed to get back to the darkness of the evergreen bogs. Diosa watched as Bri turned sharply and tried to start forward but ended but splashing face first into a puddle. Diosa lept up and rushed to the femmes side and crouched down giving her shoulder and side up as a leaning post for Briseis. Take it easy Briseis, we’ll make it back. She tried to smile, although it seemed awful pathetic at the moment. She was unsure of how the femme really felt about her company so she was trying to play it safe, but also let the other femme know that she was going to hurt her again. She had absolutely no desire to feed anymore. What do you want to know? I’m an open book and you’ve got all I know until we get back to Caidir Olc. Although I will probably split from you there cause I don’t want Draven to find me… I don’t think he’d be okay with me feeding from you, not that it was okay for me to do in the first place… Diosa sighed heavily, realizing how messed up this all sounded. a bittersweet abyss
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