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 20, 2018 at 04:49:52 PM by Macaria
__________________________________________ As of late there had been a… a certain scent within the borders of Uyaraut. It was something unlike anything she had ever smelled upon the air before. At first it had been like something directly out of a dream, only ever since she had been transformed into a vampire, she had not dreamed in quite the same way. In her sleep, in her dreams, she all too often could not distinguish between what was real and what was reality. She was unsure if it was like this with all vampires, but for her… her dreams were like a virtual reality. As a vampire, her sight had improved beyond the normal capability of any wolf, allowing her to see everything in more detail, in more hues of color, and quite clearly in the dark. All of those new aspects to her visionaries shifted over to her subconscious as well. Despite the lack of light, the lack of alertness, she sees sharply every image the deepest refuges of her mind conjure up. And then, then there is her sense of smell, allow to taste each intricacy on the air in the greatest of complexities… yet in the simplest way possible. And it had been her open nares, bringing in air with each inhale and out with each exhale, infiltrating her subconscious with the hint of something different, something unique, something… delectable. Macaria’s lids had fluttered open, but then tightly shut them again as she realized that the sun still shone above. Groaning, the vampiress rolled over, her lips smacking together a few times as she tried to get comfortable. But the delectable scent wafted into her nares again and again her lids flew open, this time braving the sharp rays that lit the entrance. Gently, she pulled away from her mate, from her teenagers and scooted back further into the den, into the darkness… only… only the scent weakened the further she got from the opening, from the ocean. Macaria shook her head, a soft growl escaping from her mouth – whatever the cause or origin of the strange and rare scent had made her ravenously hungry, her fangs erupting from her maw. A heaving throbbing pulse pounded through her head, her glowing crimsons seeking out a meal, but in here, in the sanctity of her den, there was nothing and no one to snack upon. Not unless she wanted to eat her lover or her offspring. And, so, the femme fatale leap through the opening at the back of the cave into the twisting labyrinth of darkness. By the time she reached one of the exiting dens, however, the sun was no longer over head, and she was safe to explore. By now, her stomach was rumbling, her heart pounding, all with a desire to feed and to feast. Her short limbs had her rushing and running over the remaining boulders until at last she ended up on the swamp, the surface frozen from the winter, and in a brilliant moment she reached out to grab one of the plants she knew so well… one that would send any that ate it into hallucinations, make them susceptible to suggestion. Her paws left dainty paw steps in the snow as she searched out a little prey to … “season”. And there it was – a snow hare leaping out from beneath a covered cove. Macaria dropped the herb and leapt at it, killing it and stripping it, before carefully spitting out its blood. She had previously learned the hard way that her and herbivores did not mix well. But her real prey? well… as she carefully rubbed the herb on the fresh flesh, and then called out, a howl, looking for another, carefully tucking her fangs beneath her lips, putting a hold on her hunger until she snared a real meal. WC: 638 __________________________________________ ||Macaria||Adlartok of Uyaraut||Vampiress||Grey Wind|| Evandros, |
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