{ second chances they don't ever matter }

[[ aethe ]]

A mischevious glint betrayed the fatale's disposition almost immediatly through her eyes as she watched the empty clearing, labrums turned up in a crooked smile as she observed the emptiness and barreness of the beautiful landscape. Gray audits twitched warily atop cerebrum as the female slowly stepped forward, lengthy limbs carrying her at a smooth pace toward the pool of water surrounding the crashing falls. Occuli glazed over as if mesmerized as the multihued fatale observed the crashing waters, her lospided smile spreading slowly into a nearly disturbing grin as her blank occuli narrowed, pushed upwards by the wolfish grin now tainting her lips. Her reason for doing such a thing was unknown, yet as she turned from her post before the great pool of water and slowly turned to climb smoothly up the almost-steep slope beside it, slender limbs reaching and somehow gracefully causing the fatale to scramble up a large, jutting ledge, the nearly malicious grin contorting her features failing slightly as she focused solely on the climb. Eyes narrowed even furthur into slits as she stumbled slightly, maw turning to a slight snarl as she found herself alone before she reached the top of the steep slope. A victorious grin broke across her facade, quite unlike her former, odd show of cheer, this grin instead seeming to aid in her beauty as she stood proudly, accomplishedly, above the crashing waters. Stepping forward, the female stood precariously on a slippery rock near the water, gaze growing once more mesmerized as she watched the surging aqua. It was its power in its clashing with the water below that drew the multitoned female to it; such intriguing power. The fae was almost tempted to lean forward, to touch the surging water, to feel its collosal force - yet she was far smarter than that and resisted the tempation, combatting it with reason and cursing herself for even having such a stupid urge. However, she remained in her glazed state, her grin fading from her features as she watched the flowing water contentedly. Claws were extracted as she clung as tightly as she could to the slippery walk, though her balance was impeccable and she remained on the ledge without a single stumble. How brilliant, this water. How powerful. Exactly how she wished to be.

AETHE

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second chances - they don't ever matter
people never change[/center]