Posted on April 12, 2020 at 09:28:18 PM by VERCINGETORIX
Not much had changed.
Even as some of the snow sprinkled down through the treetops and tickled the forest floor, leaving smatterings of snow here and there, it was mostly the same. The earth smelt like the earth, the moss smelt like the moss, and the trees smelt like the trees.
He breathed deep, and he remembered. Lovers, friends, children. His family. Dispersed into the islands not unlike the wind, dusted across the universe and disappearing into the wilderness as if they had never been. He, though, he had returned, beckoned by nothing and called by even less. Vercingetorix was a man bound to the trees, and even standing here, he knows they are no longer his, but they also belong to him all the same.
Amongst the trees, in the green and the white he stands out like a red stain against white linen, wandering through the forest and remembering days he did not sleep, days he wandered the edges of the forest and kept his family safe. Family.
Only Sighurd bothered to call him as much, and she was still off her own making her own stories.
A snap, a twig, and he remembers where he is. First a dark tipped ear twists to find the sound, and his head follows, striped legs standing stiff and his reddish tail dashing across his hips. Otherwise he is perfectly still, and someone has found him. There were no predators here, unless the current owner of the trees had let them move in. He has no fear, only familiarity with the scenery and curiosity for whomever finds him. “I know you’re there.” Vercingetorix’s voice is flat, reaching blindly out into the trees.
Even as some of the snow sprinkled down through the treetops and tickled the forest floor, leaving smatterings of snow here and there, it was mostly the same. The earth smelt like the earth, the moss smelt like the moss, and the trees smelt like the trees.
He breathed deep, and he remembered. Lovers, friends, children. His family. Dispersed into the islands not unlike the wind, dusted across the universe and disappearing into the wilderness as if they had never been. He, though, he had returned, beckoned by nothing and called by even less. Vercingetorix was a man bound to the trees, and even standing here, he knows they are no longer his, but they also belong to him all the same.
Amongst the trees, in the green and the white he stands out like a red stain against white linen, wandering through the forest and remembering days he did not sleep, days he wandered the edges of the forest and kept his family safe. Family.
Only Sighurd bothered to call him as much, and she was still off her own making her own stories.
A snap, a twig, and he remembers where he is. First a dark tipped ear twists to find the sound, and his head follows, striped legs standing stiff and his reddish tail dashing across his hips. Otherwise he is perfectly still, and someone has found him. There were no predators here, unless the current owner of the trees had let them move in. He has no fear, only familiarity with the scenery and curiosity for whomever finds him. “I know you’re there.” Vercingetorix’s voice is flat, reaching blindly out into the trees.
VERCINGETORIX
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- Love in a lifetime of war. - By VERCINGETORIX April 22, 2020 at 00:46:29 AM
- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE April 20, 2020 at 06:33:13 PM
- Love in a lifetime of war. - By VERCINGETORIX April 17, 2020 at 03:50:36 AM
- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE April 16, 2020 at 04:57:15 PM
- Love in a lifetime of war. - By VERCINGETORIX April 15, 2020 at 02:12:52 AM
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