for auld lang syne

POSTED: Fri Jan 01, 2016 1:48 am

Edge of the Blackwoods, night, clear with faint fog. AW for one please~ [ 330 ]

The haunted hollows of the Blackwoods spread out before him, awash in silver moonglow made all the more ethereal by the stark whiteness of the snow blanketing the earth all around. The faintest though very real wisps of fog slowly flitted through the thinner trees at the forest fringe and more often than not – as they slipped in and out of the periphery of his vision – seemed to shift and morph into ghastly things dancing feverishly through the underbrush.

Something akin to a shudder subtly rattled his form and he wasn't sure if it was a shiver from the cold or something else entirely. Either way, he didn't like the way his body moved involuntarily and raised a hand to pull the borrowed cloak tighter around himself as he breathed a calming sigh and shook his head with a weak smile. He was being foolish, he knew this, but he couldn't shake the thought.

Ever since he found that corpse that day he always approached the border with a measure of apprehension, not fear, just a knot in his stomach as if he expected another beaten, broken, and bare body to be lying there in wait. It wasn't the body itself that bothered him, or the thought that there was a killer out there, it was the way the body was left and how it was murdered, so personally. It took a lot of hate to kill someone in such a way.

Tightening his grip on his spear he breathed another sigh, his normally soft features contorting into a frown of determination as he finally compelled himself forward and began slowly marching into the forest. The pristine snow cracked and crunched with each fresh step that was planted but not another sound could be heard for what seemed like miles. There was an eeriness to that silence but a peacefulness as well and he did his best to settle his racing mind as icy blues scanned the ever deepening darkness.






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POSTED: Fri Jan 01, 2016 1:59 am

they haunt me like ghosts

In the winter, she regretted leaving the Carolinas. There, it would have been a balmy low sixties or seventies, and the deep chill of Salsola often plagued her. She wore a leather cloak, trimmed with black bear fur, and pulled it tightly around her as she walked among the blackwoods. The new claim was something she had not gotten to explore much, though she had become quite fond of the fishery. In time, she hoped to learn the blackwoods as well as she knew the rest of the Thistle Kingdom. Gold-green eyes scanned the horizon as she walked, her leaf tipped spear in hand, her body aglow in the moonlight. Bellatrix would never have the stealth in the night that her cousin possessed.

The blacksmith's large ears twitched at the sound of another form moving through the blackwoods and she hesitated only a moment before letting her voice slip out into the still blackness. "Hello?" Her slow, southern drawl cut through the dark as she gripped her spear tighter.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 05, 2016 3:13 pm

Hey~ thanks for joining c: [ 408 ]

The forest closed in around him as easily as the ghostly wisps of fog curled about his feet. Undeterred, the wolfdog let a soundless snort slip from his nostrils and trudged further forward, working the woes from his mind with a brief but firm shake of his head once again. His life was too short for him to be so easily defeated and he was too stubborn to let something as trivial as anxiety be his undoing. The Gods had better plans for him, he had better plans for himself, and the more he focused his will on his future the more he felt himself relax.

It wasn't long before the forest grew almost too dark too see though, almost, as piercing blue eyes could still make out the trunks of trees, skeletal underbrush, and low hanging branches all barring his path. He skirted around each obstacle as they came within reach and hardly missed a step in his determined trek, continuing forward toward the border in some semblance of a patrol. He did this more for himself than he did out of a sense of duty, though his original intention had been such. He was just tired of feeling the unease in the pit of his gut like something bad was going to happen. The Thistle Kingdom was his home now, he had decided that, and he couldn't continue on feeling like something horrible could happen at any moment any longer.

As he took a deep breath to relax himself further he caught a scent, faded but real, as it wafted faintly upon the biting breeze. It was foreign but carried with it the telltale hints of Salsola, and he knew it not to be foe, but still he tightened his grip on his spear out of habit. Turning sharp blues in the direction of the scent, and eventually a voice as it slid through the trees, he stopped, eyes narrowing curiously as they peered into the darkness. "Who's there?"

As his retort resounded into the shadows he moved to follow it, his pace slower than before though nonetheless tranquil. Perhaps a bit of company was just what he needed on his little journey, or maybe not, as it was after all something he was trying to do himself for himself. It did make him wonder, though. If he was out there alone in the bitter cold for his own reasons, what was the other up to?






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