the woods are lovely, dark and deep

Sparrow · 04-15-2012, 04:28 PM

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This is occurring in Hollow's Ruin's, in the afternoon, on April 14. :-D Anyone is feel to come in ~~and stare at Sparrow as she talks to a bird~~. Btw, don't be afraid of this wall of text; just felt very babbly.

Ever since she made the vow to Vesper that she would become loyal to Inferni, Sparrow felt that her soul was attached to something, not just her physical being. It was an odd feeling to her, and as she walked northwest from Grimwell, dwelling near the system of caves that Vesper showed her, she thought about this attachment from an outsider’s view. When she lived back with Marcel, she felt no fellowship with his pack, just empty faces that did not care for the daughter of the dark wolf. But, this clan was different; her sister was here for starters, and others whom seem to be okay, since Vesper seemed to like them enough to be one of their own. She did not know if it was her pathetic mind giving relief that she was protected, sheltered, dependent yet again in this supposed palladium that was giving her this out worldly emotion, but, given her state, it was probably so, and detested how some parts of her acted against with her will. Instead, she hoped that the feeling meant that she wanted to be a part of Inferni, and that her attempts to make herself better would show the clan that she wanted to contribute her own piece to them, not to sit in a corner and let them be her meat shield to the world.

While she pondered about her motivations for joining Inferni, she was not paying much attention where her feet were leading her. She intended to visit the fields of wildflowers she saw when skirting the borders yesterday, but because of her wandering mind, her sense of direction became unimportant. When Sparrow became aware of her surroundings, she realized that she came to an outcropping of trees, a draping of mist somewhat veiling the wood like supple material. For some reason, she was not scared of these woods—these were Infernian woods, Vesper’s woods, her woods—and found them eerily calming. The squawking of some birds could be heard, so she was not totally alone when she stepped further into the mist.

Sparrow felt as if she was walking on the edge of a dream, stepping into a realm where the waking world came to a stop, but yet her mind was floating away, and she gave into the comfort. It felt so strange, that she wondered if she even awoke that morning at all, and her spirit decided to leave her body to haunt these peaceful copses. But, she knew it was real, never believing in such things to happen, much less to herself. Her feet pressed against soft ground, water meeting her toes from the snow melt. She became lost, though not physically; even if her nose suddenly stopped working, her mind would be able to recall every detail that led her to this place. She was lost in the peace, as if the mist hid her worries, her ghosts, and her past. She was nothing in this forest but another creature lurking in its fog. No confusion was here, and she felt nothing but a numb happiness.

A flutter of feathers disturbed her thoughts, or lack thereof, and turned to see a black, rather large bird land upon a skeletal branch that was a couple of feet off the ground. It stared at the fawn with bright eyes, and she automatically knew this creature was intelligent, if to some degree. “Greetings,” she murmured, walking towards the raven slowly, as to not to spook it. It was obviously not afraid of her, just staring curiously at her, as if it knew she was new to the clan. “My name is Sparrow… I just came here to visit. Is this your home?” The raven just cawed, as if that was an answer enough. Her eyes narrowed a bit, wondering if the thing truly knew what she just said and was attempting to give a reply in turn.

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