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emptynarration:

Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.

Enyo was sat crossed legged weaving together a crown of flowers that he made appear as needed. He looked up and upon seeing the spots of sky darkened with grey clouds he frowned and shivered lightly. Without explicit permission there was no chance he would erect any sort of shelter. He knew it didn’t feel nice having someone- some stranger barge their way in and set down house. He wouldn’t be like that.

He flipped his hood up as the rain started to fall. He seemed thoroughly unbothered though the full seeped to his bones far too quickly than he would have liked.

Elvin wasn’t bothered by the rain, even as it fell on him. He was barely affected by it, really. His hair dampened down a little, and the dark brown cloth he wore as greek chlamy got a tad darker, as if wet. It felt moist at most, though.

He got a little worried when he saw that Enyo just sat in the cold though. He stepped closer, leaning against the tree Enyo sat on the other side of.
“You’ll get sick if you stay here.”, he spoke softly. He was aware Enyo might stand up to round the tree and see him. But maybe he wouldn’t.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.

Even with the flowers as blessing Enyo felt like His presence was an intrusion- unwanted. This caused him to stay where he was sat, wearied by the invisible deity of who’s land he was invading. He didn’t want to leave though he would if needs be.

After a little while he walked to where he had been given a flower and left his own- sort of as a peace offering he guessed. Its petals were deep purple though the tips were golden, the pigment seeming to seep down slightly. He paused over it- seeming to pray over it before moving. He left it there and made his way back to his blanket. While he desired someone to speak to, he wouldn’t force himself into anyone. Especially someone who didn’t want to be seen.

Elvin visited the little sapling, spending a good amount of time with it. Talking to it softly, making sure it was welcomed, that it would be able to grow up into a big and healthy tree in due time. 

Once he was done, he just walked through the forest again, humming soft melodies, sometimes some birds joining in to his songs. He happened upon Enyo’s flower, which both told him he was close-ish to the other, but also just was a nice gesture. He smiled as he picked it up, twirling it between his fingers. He wondered what Enyo thought of it.

He put the flower into his bangs, hair an ever staying mess, and decided to go look what Enyo might be doing now.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.

Enyo watched as the flower appeared from thin air and let it fall into his palm. He looked down and sighed softly. So the bunny had been a sign. He looked forward, eyes scanning the trees before he nodded. “Okay.” He has to guess that where he had slept was an okay place for him to stay. “Thank you.”

He quickly made himself back to where he had slept, threading the flower on the other side of the white one so three were collected in the ribbon. He sat back against the tree and released a soft breath. He just wouldn’t set anything up. He manifested a fluffy blanket which he draped over his lower half since the area he had settled was completely shaded.

He needed the same things as humans technically but going without wouldn’t kill him, just make him sick.

Elvin went back to the lake, settling at the edge of the water and looking out over it. He would love to be able to talk to someone again, be able to maybe trust them. He was rather naive, trusting others far too easily. Maybe he could keep watching Enyo now and then. Maybe Enyo would find him too -he did walk around the forest a lot. It wouldn’t be too strange if Enyo managed to catch a glimpse of him, or find him tending to some animals or plants.

There was a new tree sapling growing to which Elvin still wanted to go to. Make sure it was welcomed and grow up properly.
After a moment of debate, he stood up again and decided to go do that.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.

Enyo listened carefully and heard nothing. He backed off at this. “I just wish to speak.” He was guessing who had heard was close though presumed if it was the deity he could pass from corner to corner withing a blink. “I want to make sure my stay is permitted, this is your forest, not mine.” He presumed not even ruins of his old home stood. He had lived by a forest though knew it wasn’t this one. Without the town to go by he had no bearings of the area, though certain parts gave off a foul aura that only he could sense. He presumed that would have been the town center and avoided the area.

Elvin knew Enyo was talking to him. It was sweet how he asked for permission to stay here, though he couldn’t help but be a little afraid of someone with magical power. He had learned to be fearful and cautious, even though his curiosity won a lot over it, just like his unending kindness.

He gently whispered into the wind, growing a little flower in his hands. The same gold and orange colours as his amber eyes, just like the day before.
The wind picked the flower up, and easily carried it with it towards Enyo, the soft breeze stopping to let the flower fall.

Elvin liked using his flowers as a way to speak. Or rather, say thank you. The villages that surrounded the forest now -not nearly as old as Enyo’s village had been in most cases- believed to receive such a flower was the deity’s blessing. A lot of people came to the forest now and then to ask for advice, or something alike. There were a lot of myths about Elvin.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.

Enyo threaded the flower under the ribbon that held his hair back into a man bun. He hummed holding his hands together and blowing between two fingers. When he separated his hands a pretty white flower rested in his palm which he threaded with the other.

He stood and stretched his white shirt riding up his toned chest. He heard a voice and- intrigued as to who the deity was- decided to follow it. “Hello?” He spoke out softly unable to find where the voice had came from. He presumed it was the charm. It must be hinging part of the forest from him- not protecting it like he had guessed.

Elvin looked up when he heard Enyo. He hadn’t realized he had gotten so close to where he had been sleeping.
“Don’t fall out again.”, he told the bird baby softly, before deciding it would be better to leave again. He didn’t purposely show himself to people, only sometimes children. He always helped them if they got lost here -he helped everyone who got lost, or needed help. Some just not personally. Most.

He knew only the area close around the entire lake was charmed. It had happened pretty much naturally, to protect him. His tree. If someone found the lake -at the heart of the forest- they’d find his tree. And the forest tried to protect Elvin from getting hurt by someone trying to hurt his tree.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.

Enyo lifted the bunny carefully; he waited a moment before bringing it to his chest giving it the chance to jump free before just holding the bun close to him- still with the freedom to move.

His exhaustion finally caught up to him, years of fear and running dropping in that moment so he felt tired and relieved and… safe. He trusted the forest to protect him in the same way he would it. He let one leg fall flat which was where he placed the bunny in his thigh before letting his head rest on his other leg. He breathed calmly watching the bunny for s little while before he dozed off.

The bunny calmly stayed with Enyo, letting him hold it close to him. It was comfortable on his leg, though after a good while after he fell asleep, it hopped off again, leaving only the flower behind.

The next day, Elvin was making his way through the forest, humming songs he didn’t remember. He made his way to a tree with a bird nest, where a little bird had fallen out and was too young to be outside of it yet. So he picked it up, smiling softly. “It’s okay little one.”, he said softly, helping it back up.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.

Enyos eyes opened, a deep purple as he felt no need to mask them here, when the bunny nudged against him. His lips pulled into a smile and he cooed holding out the back of his hand for the little creature to smell before gently petting it.

“Thank you.” He spoke softer feeling the deity closer even if he didn’t look around. He then the bunny as either the forests way of saying he could stay, or the deity’s. Maybe both- he wasn’t too sure about whether the deity was the forest. He’d have to do his research.

Elvin smiled, happy, and stepped back through the trees. There didn’t seem to be any reason to worry about Enyo and his motives. He’d continue watching him when he had time, though right now he would guess the human was tired. Or whatever Enyo might be.

He went back to the lake, settling underneath his tree again. Big and old, the oldest one here. Hundreds of years old, and still strongly standing.