12-23-2016, 08:29 PM
They had laid waste to the world. Sucked the life from the very marrow of her and when they had finished they tossed her bones aside and demanded more. Druid had witnessed it all, had grimaced as they ravaged the lands for sport, for pride, for prejudice and then spat - win or lose. When she broke he wept, became angry in response to the damages she finally succumbed to but she wasn’t breaking at all. Beqanna did not yield and this he would learn.
She swallowed them, devoured them whole as she buckled inwardly, taking them with her. Druid did not fight, he surrendered to her claim, bracing himself for impact and knowing she would secure him regardless of his innocence. He had come to this land a foreigner and he had been spent just like the others, she was blind and uncaring to this recent addition.
He had been taken and spat out again as she remade herself, a great mountain rising against the slate colored sky. The lands rebirthed themselves and Druid relished in their infancy, what was made was whole and it was good.
It is in her newness he thrived, taking only what he needed from the earth. Still, even in his care to give and take equally there were so many who did not, they did not respect the forest or the grass beneath them. They did not know that the rocks and flowers were not simply adornments to the beaten path. They did not know and he hated them for it, Druid took to the other residents with a deep dislike. Greedy, reckless savages, the lot. Autumn shone bright that day, the chill in the gentle wind woke him, instilling a vivid alertness to his deep brownish green eyes. He watched the leaves change, turning from their emerald green splendor to burning embers against the boughs. Red, gold, orange. Like a fire against the sky, burning brighter than the sun’s rays. A simple spider gently lowered herself down from the branch above him, her spindly legs wiggling madly as she descended and Druid blew a warm breath of air to watch her swing. And swing she did, until she didn’t.
At the peak of her arc she stilled mid-air and held, unmoving. Druid blinked, shook his auburn head and looked again. She was frozen, her tiny spider body held in place by some invisible tether. The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he took note of the stillness, the air was suspended too just like the spider. He missed the way it gently coiled around his legs, should he move? Druid took a good look around, the leaves no longer blew, no longer trembled against the branches. They no longer shook with the wind and thus the appearance of fire in the limbs was no more. A squirrel was frozen mid-bound, its little body a perfect crescent having not completed the movement. For a moment he was afraid to breathe, would he even be able to?
But then he did, took a slow and steady breath and his bog colored eyes looked around with caution. Nothing.
Something.
That single breath caused a rift in time, or simply time was done messing with him. Everything began moving at once, fast, much too fast. All around him the leaves fall to the forest floor, in one fell swoop the branches of the trees are bare. The grass beneath him shrivels and browns, curling away beneath his hooves. The temperature drops, the winds pick up and soon a blizzard of snow is attacking his face from the North. He can’t see, squinting his eyes against the gale all while his teeth chatter in his skull. Shivering, frozen stiff he wonders what has happened to upset the balance of nature and he pushes forward in an attempt to get away from the weather anomaly.
It takes a moment but finally the wind stops, he stops, standing confused in front of a cave.
Everything is untouched here, the world is still lit by fire in the trees and the air is warm compared to the frigid winterworld that has otherwise overtaken the land. Druid breathes a sigh of relief, pausing to catch his breath and reassert himself and acclimate to his surroundings. What’s going on? he thinks too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice the glowing orbs.
But they won't be ignored.
They twist feverishly in the air, one so much as whacks him in the face for good measure as if to say “hey you dolt, pay attention!” And he does.
The cave mouth is wide and the orbs return to their places to light its entrance. Druid, knowing no good could come from wandering into a sketchy cave, (even if he is one with nature and all) made to turn and leave. He rotated his body only an inch when it happened, the scream. It split the air from deep within the lit caverns, and though he meant to go he could not. It sounded desperate, it sounded familiar and thus the livered chestnut went inside.
Of course it couldn’t be easy, he could not simply save the day. Inside was just as confusing as out, the path made a fork, splitting into three separate entryways - straight ahead, to the right and to the left. Perfect. Sprinkle a little pitch darkness to the equation and you’re royally screwed. Lost, dark, blood curdling screams. Check check check. But if you’re going to enter a rando cave you might as well enter it to your doom right? Right?
“Right” he breathes and takes the path.
She swallowed them, devoured them whole as she buckled inwardly, taking them with her. Druid did not fight, he surrendered to her claim, bracing himself for impact and knowing she would secure him regardless of his innocence. He had come to this land a foreigner and he had been spent just like the others, she was blind and uncaring to this recent addition.
He had been taken and spat out again as she remade herself, a great mountain rising against the slate colored sky. The lands rebirthed themselves and Druid relished in their infancy, what was made was whole and it was good.
It is in her newness he thrived, taking only what he needed from the earth. Still, even in his care to give and take equally there were so many who did not, they did not respect the forest or the grass beneath them. They did not know that the rocks and flowers were not simply adornments to the beaten path. They did not know and he hated them for it, Druid took to the other residents with a deep dislike. Greedy, reckless savages, the lot. Autumn shone bright that day, the chill in the gentle wind woke him, instilling a vivid alertness to his deep brownish green eyes. He watched the leaves change, turning from their emerald green splendor to burning embers against the boughs. Red, gold, orange. Like a fire against the sky, burning brighter than the sun’s rays. A simple spider gently lowered herself down from the branch above him, her spindly legs wiggling madly as she descended and Druid blew a warm breath of air to watch her swing. And swing she did, until she didn’t.
At the peak of her arc she stilled mid-air and held, unmoving. Druid blinked, shook his auburn head and looked again. She was frozen, her tiny spider body held in place by some invisible tether. The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he took note of the stillness, the air was suspended too just like the spider. He missed the way it gently coiled around his legs, should he move? Druid took a good look around, the leaves no longer blew, no longer trembled against the branches. They no longer shook with the wind and thus the appearance of fire in the limbs was no more. A squirrel was frozen mid-bound, its little body a perfect crescent having not completed the movement. For a moment he was afraid to breathe, would he even be able to?
But then he did, took a slow and steady breath and his bog colored eyes looked around with caution. Nothing.
Something.
That single breath caused a rift in time, or simply time was done messing with him. Everything began moving at once, fast, much too fast. All around him the leaves fall to the forest floor, in one fell swoop the branches of the trees are bare. The grass beneath him shrivels and browns, curling away beneath his hooves. The temperature drops, the winds pick up and soon a blizzard of snow is attacking his face from the North. He can’t see, squinting his eyes against the gale all while his teeth chatter in his skull. Shivering, frozen stiff he wonders what has happened to upset the balance of nature and he pushes forward in an attempt to get away from the weather anomaly.
It takes a moment but finally the wind stops, he stops, standing confused in front of a cave.
Everything is untouched here, the world is still lit by fire in the trees and the air is warm compared to the frigid winterworld that has otherwise overtaken the land. Druid breathes a sigh of relief, pausing to catch his breath and reassert himself and acclimate to his surroundings. What’s going on? he thinks too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice the glowing orbs.
But they won't be ignored.
They twist feverishly in the air, one so much as whacks him in the face for good measure as if to say “hey you dolt, pay attention!” And he does.
The cave mouth is wide and the orbs return to their places to light its entrance. Druid, knowing no good could come from wandering into a sketchy cave, (even if he is one with nature and all) made to turn and leave. He rotated his body only an inch when it happened, the scream. It split the air from deep within the lit caverns, and though he meant to go he could not. It sounded desperate, it sounded familiar and thus the livered chestnut went inside.
Of course it couldn’t be easy, he could not simply save the day. Inside was just as confusing as out, the path made a fork, splitting into three separate entryways - straight ahead, to the right and to the left. Perfect. Sprinkle a little pitch darkness to the equation and you’re royally screwed. Lost, dark, blood curdling screams. Check check check. But if you’re going to enter a rando cave you might as well enter it to your doom right? Right?
“Right” he breathes and takes the path.
druid
words: 945 points: HTML by Call
OOC: Druid chooses the path to the right- he also wishes to have a trait.thank