Burning up; crawling down

Enocra Woodland

Pine, spruce and firs alike...
Dense coniferous forests cover the woodlands, with clearings, paths and the occasional wildberry shrub throughout. Pine, spruce and fir make up much of the forest in the east, with the forest becoming swampier in the west towards Mecor Valley. In the west, cypress trees dominate, with fallen trees creating bridges across and throughout the stillwaters.

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Burning up; crawling down
IP: 174.196.140.191
Posted on January 19, 2017 at 03:46:00 PM by Eldritch

There is a wary hopefulness about her that makes me edgy. I can't screw this up but I feel like I can't do it right either. I tended to mess things up with my gruff manners and lack of enthusiasm. Taika was like a ray of sunshine - a burst of color in an otherwise colorless landscape of misery. I'm not sure what turned me into such a miser because I can't remember being anything but. Still her appearance tickles something in my memory and I see a flash of a wild fairy woman bowing down and demanding I renounce my crown. Wait.. my crown? I remember vaguely placing a paw own and exclaiming myself King of... something. My brows draw together as I listen to her. Had I been a King once?

And I can't help but interrupt her, regretting it immediately. "Was I a King before?" Then I freeze and look away, suddenly angry at my foolishness. "Never mind," I state, glancing back and tempering my mood with a smile. It is forced at first but I ease it, tinker with it, and it helps to relax my muscles. "We can do all those things I think but first I have a meal waiting for us. Do you like fox?" It was all I could catch on short notice and only because it had been lurking around my den stealing scraps whenever I looked away. It felt wrong to kill it as it was only trying to survive but then so was I.

I turn away and start walking, assured she is beside me, noting the way the snow sticks to her fur after her roll in it. My eyes feast upon her hungrily, eager for her gentleness in a way I cannot fathom. "I've... been remembering things. I think. Or dreaming, I don't know which. Can you tell me who you think I was before? Your memories of your prince." I hate her prince because I know I am not him and even if I had been I don't know that I could be him again. And it feels as if she might not want me unless I am.

Replies:

Do You Believe in Fantasy? - By Taika February 3, 2017 at 08:44:08 PM
Screaming up crawling down - By Eldritch February 27, 2017 at 07:15:56 PM
Do You Believe in Fantasy? - By Taika March 4, 2017 at 07:12:26 PM

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