A Thousand Twilights

Thu, 22 May 2025 00:00:35 +0000

Random Event: Magpies have overrun the forest!

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Even if it was only a temporary bliss, the weather seemingly started to warm up and rain showers released their downpour less often. An occurrence that the russet female was grateful for, although, it wasn't because she disliked the rain per say. During her brief stay near the lake further to the northeast the rain seemed to fall almost nonstop as its tiny droplets were quite the spectacle to watch dancing on the waters surface. The world spritzed in a perfume that radiated fresh and earthy. In truth it was the way the dark clouds gathered and cast aside the light in order to veil the world below in a glum and grey choke hold that the woman disliked most. Under its melancholic reign the flowers couldn't bloom in the full glory their colored petals offered, nor did the wind sound so cheery carrying the melodic symphony only songbirds could usher. The rain was nice, but the sun was nicer.

Creamy limbs paused their parade on grass carpeted ground to cast an icy blue gaze windward, the emerald canopy atop the cedar-woods shielding her from the soft rays of the ever approaching dawn that managed to burst through sporadically anyways while the gentle breeze swayed their more delicate branches. Chocolate lined ears pricked forward to listen to the sounds around her, the squawks of a copious amount of magpies; seemingly overrunning the place so early in the day if you asked her, ringing above all else while mentally noting the heavy mix of scents belonging to others of her kind. "Best keep a safe distance.." She mentally coached herself aloud.

Young enough to be intrigued by the prospects of company after so much solitude albeit still wise enough to know not to push her luck. Not everyone was as friendly as herself, nor took kindly to strangers.

Word Count: 307

Commision by Aerot

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But her exes say she’s wicked

Sun, 16 Mar 2025 18:49:44 +0000

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The witch was starting to get tired of this little tour, wearing their paws down with so little to show for it – despite leaving their calling card for anyone to follow. These woods were basically dead. The scent of wolf might lurk in some corners, but it was fleeting. Short of going straight to the brine-water pack and risk the alpha’s ire, the One-Eyed Prophet was out of ideas. They missed their mountain, with its blessed cold and holy ground, far above this abandoned mire.

But as long as their body was still in the season’s grasp, the witch would continue their vigil, hoping to fulfil the God’s foresight. If only they could manage to draw the necessary attention, that was! Things had seemed a lot simpler the year before, when they were still just a young girl feeling this itch for the first time, and all they were looking to do was soothe it. But now that there was so much more at stake, it suddenly wasn’t so simple; Perhaps it’s a test… A trial to see if they were worthy of carrying the promised life – or perhaps they had misread the vision all together.

A frown creased the prophet’s brow as they came to a halt, looking down at a frozen creek barring their way. It had been quite a few moons since they last questioned themselves about the God’s messages and the fresh taste of insecurity was not at all welcome. Things would have been much simpler if Paeryl hadn’t vanished; I wouldn’t have to be down here putting out lures for strangers…! Whatever the gods plan was, it was starting to look rather hazy.

Thoughts ”Speech”

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Ruins of Wildwood - Cedarwood Forest

A Thousand Twilights

But her exes say she’s wicked