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Lightbringer
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Plot: A young boy finds himself growing up in the forest after being birthed from an enchanted tree thats been given the simple name: Mother Nature. He befriends animals, but is often curious about the world outside his and one day comes face-to-face with a hunter that gets to know this boy that has yet to meet another human. Though he has the intention to hunt for the season, he finds himself sidetracked with this peculiar character. Please do not post in this forum unless you are Tern or Ellie <3 |
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Darkseeker
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The boy is lonely. He's not quite sure what the feeling means, but he knows he hasn't always felt this way, and it gnaws at him like a maggot in his chest. He has friends, yes, but they're not like him. Nothing in this forest is like him. Not even his Mother. He sighs, staring up at the sky through golden-dappled branches. A pair of badger pups tussle at his feet, but he ignores them. They will grow up soon, and move on. The boy will not. Sighing again, he rolls onto his side, watching an ant climb its way up a dandilion stem. The ant is not lonely. The ant is never alone. He wishes he were an ant, if only so that he has a family, a purpose, something to live for. His ears twitch, an unfamiliar noise pulling him out of his melancholy thoughts. He sits up, chirping at the badger pups to go back to their mother. He doesn't know what this new sound- footsteps, but in a set of two instead of the normal four, and the beating of a heart- belongs to. Getting up, ears pricked and alert, he slinks closer to the source of the noise on all fours, sniffing at the air. The scent is strange. Off-putting, and yet... familiar. Why? |
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Lightbringer
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Wren scribbles away the last of his thoughts on the journal that never ceases to help him feel less lonely. Resting his chin on his palm, he huffs and scratches out bits of the sentence, bothered by the mess on the parchment. Day 128 and still nothing. The forest has nothing to offer per usual left me to wonder if there's anything left out here...I'll keep looking... Snapping his journal shut, he clambers out of bed and into his boots, setting the buckle on each foot before softly clicking his tongue at the creature that lies on his back at the end of the cot. "Bear, c'mon. Enough dilly dallying. We've got work to do before nightfall," scooping the coatimundi up in his arms, he tweaks the creature's nose and rests him on his shoulder. The animal lets out a yawn and nuzzles at Wren's ear, setting its little paws on top of his head as he makes his way outside. The air is brisk, but the sun beams down in warm streaks. Glancing up at the canopy of leaves, Wren notes the traps still in place he had set the previous day. His stomach growls in protest and he heaves a sigh, grabbing his bow and slinging it over his shoulder. Bear leaps down and follows the man's movements with his own, keeping close behind him as they make their way through the wood. |
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Whatever's making the noise is further away than the boy had thought. He's not even sure how he was able to hear it. Still, driven by curiosity and a need for something, anything different, he tracks the scent and the sound until he's slinking through the brush practically alongside the new creature- and the other new creature, which walks and smells normal, if foreign. He wonders if they know he's there- he's staying downwind, and moving as quietly as possible, but he doesn't know how good these creatures' senses are. What are they doing in his forest? And... why does the upright one look like him? The boy moves a little closer to study them, losing some of his cover. It's not supposed to walk like that. It scares him, the unnaturality of it, but still, he sticks by them. Gathering his meager courage, the boy purrs softly towards the smaller, normal creature, trying to gain its attention. He trusts it more than the upright creature. Maybe he'll be able to get some answers. |
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Summer Month: 1 
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