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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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Borne a Sinner [Zagan]
IP: 73.58.21.177



I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES


You know the phrase, ”life isn’t fair”? I assume so, cause it was one of the first lessons I was ever taught. Nothing about the start to my existence or creation was fair, because who in their right mind would have brought pups into the world and then left them to starve. I always wondered that about her. My mother that is, or should I say the woman that birthed me, cause she was not my mother. Whoever she was did not deserve to be called a mother. That is a title I hold in esteem, and miss Kahlan holds it. She dedicated her own children’s sustenance to my siblings and I so that we might have the chance to make it past our first few weeks of life, until we could at least be fed raw, albeit pre-masticated, meat. And after that, well it seemed that we were supposed to some how start fending for ourselves more or less, sometimes with guidance from our father, most times not. But this is not what I was talking about originally, I seem to get sidetracked in my own tangents quite frequently. I can’t help but somehow manage to frequently turn back to this repetitive question.

Why did two wolves decide to conceive pups, if they couldn’t stick it out?

I don’t really resent my father Justice, he’s tried his best, and sometimes I think he’s awfully beaten up about the whole situation, but my siblings and I need him to be there. He saved us, so I guess there’s that. As morbid as it is I sometimes can’t help but wonder whether it would have been better to just let return to the earth. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Sure we are only pups, but I can’t seem to make much sense to the life I’ve got right now. I don’t have a purpose. I’m too young to be involved in the pack, be productive or do anything worthwhile for anyone else. I can hardly manage myself some days. I try to keep my muddy coloured robes in some form of orderly, but some days I can’t bring myself to care. It’s so hard to reach some spots, and so I have sometimes I have mohawk days. And for the longest time it was just to cold to bathe and wash it flat. It’s spring now, so I guess I don’t really have the excuse. Maybe if I look better, I’ll feel better. Maybe this waning sense of purpose will come back…I mean really I’m not ugly by any means. Maybe I’m a bit to thin for a pup my age, my fur looks a tad bit dull, but can you blame me? I’m trying to take care of myself.

Why can’t I just have a normal life?

Normal parents, happy siblings, a guided path for training to follow, or something to occupy my time other than my own thoughts. Life’s not fair though, so here I am trying to once more find something to do. I usually wander absently through Wudubearo, but today I’ve decided I need to escape. This dark and forbidding forest is starting to close in on me. Hints of claustrophobia are starting to set in on me and I just wanna scream. Scream until my lungs give out, but like most of life thus far I just hold it in. And the silence just hangs heavily around me. My cocoa laden paws plod through the terra without any real concern for safety, I’m within my own pack so why should I? I come up on the scent line and a subtle hesitation bubbles in my chest and anxiety rises like bile in my throat. It’s the first time I’ve ever left and now I’m not sure if I can do it. It was never a question of would mom or dad disapprove, because quite frankly I didn’t care what they thought. I was realizing now that if I crossed that line I lost of form of protection that I had here in the pack. My alpha, my father, Kahlan, and the pack members. They would all be here going on about their lives, and if I somehow managed to get myself into a splendidly awful situation there was likely going to be no one to save me. All of this a more kept my paw suspended above the boundary, like a puppet on a string.

But I had no master, so what was I waiting for?

I crow hopped across the invisible line, my eyes closed in panic, and my joints locked as I landed frozen. Slowly I open one eye and then the other, but nothing jumped out at me. There were no creepy sounds or weird voices calling to me. No glowing red eyes or guttural noises. So as far as I was concerned, I was okay. I looked back one last time before breaking into a run through the trees. My tiny chest heaved heavy breaths, in and out, in and out. My awkward limbs somehow kept me on all fours. And I ran and ran until I couldn’t any longer, until the tiny muscles in my legs screamed for me to stop and my lungs gasped for air. I realized how soft the ground felt under my pads. Oddly squishy and hardly fought to hold even my meager body. I could not stay in this spot for much longer, so I forced myself to keep walking, however slowly. I looked around, gathering the surrounding sights and sounds. The place, wherever I was, was entrenched in muddy, abysmal pools of tar-like substance. And then on rare occasion I found a crystalline recess being fed by a tiered waterfall. This place was disturbing in most senses, but it also had a serene peacefulness and unique beauty about it. I found a fallen tree arching over one of the few crystal pools, so I clawed my way to the top before carefully draping myself over it. My vibrant sky-hued orbs watched the gentle lick of the wind against it’s surface and the glittering creatures underneath the surface. Unaware of my surroundings or approaching strangers.

A M I T Y

||Justice ft. Artemis||Sister to Three||Alesana||




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