“It’s okay.”, Elvin said and smiled softly. He could tell the other had just tried to help, though may hadn’t had the best idea for it.
“Are you okay?”, he asked then, not bothered at all by the other’s strange appearance. Elvin had branches growing out of his head, so who was he to judge anyone else?

ghost-chase:

emptynarration:

The further they walked into the forest, the denser it got. The forest protected its heart, some sort of magical charm leading everyone in circles around the clearing that was in the heart of the forest. It protected Elvin, and the tree that was his lifeline. Or maybe he protected it. It was hard to say, as Elvin was the forest, and the forest was Elvin.

Elvin wasn’t there anymore. He had needed to go somewhere else, though a bird had already informed him of the hurt bunny as well. He needed to tend to some deer though, who needed him more. The bunny was frightened, but not severely hurt. He’d make sure to go to it next, though.

the bunny shrieked when the figure touched it, causing them to stumble backwards in shock. their nails grew into claws from the sudden panic, triggering their defensive mode. gripping the hoodie that covered his heart, they forced themselves to calm down. it took a minute or two, but they managed to relax. the bunny however, was still shrieking. the figure tackled it, their claws closing on the bunny’s throat-not cutting off the air supply- as they pulled the briar off with its teeth. they held down the bunny with both hands. during this, the bunny tried screaming louder. few thorns stayed on the bunny, in which the creature had no trouble pulled the thorns out carefully. the bunny’s screams ceased, the visitor sitting back and holding the bunny tight. the claws slowly returned to normal as they stroked the rabbits head.

Elvin flinched, feeling the rabbits panic when it started. More worried now, he quickly finished his business with the deer, before fazing through the trees and to where the bunny was, quickly hearing its sounds.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, seeing the figure holding the bunny. They weren’t hurting it, that much Elvin could tell. But it still didn’t look good, even when the bunny quietened down again.
“Please let my friend go.”, panic could kill a bunny, and Elvin was just glad this one had survived this all.

The further they walked into the forest, the denser it got. The forest protected its heart, some sort of magical charm leading everyone in circles around the clearing that was in the heart of the forest. It protected Elvin, and the tree that was his lifeline. Or maybe he protected it. It was hard to say, as Elvin was the forest, and the forest was Elvin.

Elvin wasn’t there anymore. He had needed to go somewhere else, though a bird had already informed him of the hurt bunny as well. He needed to tend to some deer though, who needed him more. The bunny was frightened, but not severely hurt. He’d make sure to go to it next, though.

ghost-chase:

emptynarration:

@chasingorono

The towns surrounding the forest all knew of it. Something was living inside of it, and it wasn’t human. Some believed it to be a deity of the forest, some believed it to be the forest’s very soul embodied. Some just thought it was a myth. A lot of them, if not most, respected the forest and treated it well. They believed whoever didn’t would be cursed.

Some wood cutters reported pained screams when they tried to cut down a tree. That animals would try to attack them until they left. They said the forest grew darker, seemed denser. Animals looked at them with murderous intends. They never stepped back into the forest.

Some children say that they got lost in the forest, but some animals lead them out of it again. Some say they saw a person smiling at them. A few even claimed they had talked to this person, who had branches like a tree growing out of their head.

The forest was sacred to many. People prayed to whatever spirit lived in it, and in return received its blessings. Or so they say. A lot of people offer little gifts to the forest, which they say are always gone when they look again. People ask the forest for advice, for help, and often will receive an answer.

The forest was breathing with life, thriving. Leafs green in the sun, birds singing their songs, animals living in peace. It was a wonderful place, through which many traveled safely.

during mid-day, the local police station were receiving reports about a figure dressed in all black that seemed to have magical qualities about them. they were also given information about how this creature had vibrant, purple hair and starless night skin. while this creature did not phase the police, the fact that they were armed did alarm them.
passing it off that the monster had some “business” to take care of, the police told the people not to worry.

leaves from the trees above casted shadows on the figure that had entered the forest. they could hear the forest warning its residents that something new had arrived. the creature moved around any animals or plants, not wanting to bother the peaceful atmosphere. they continued their journey onwards, features still hidden by a black hoodie.

Elvin was aware when someone new came into the forest. He felt their presence, though he didn’t mind. They didn’t feel like they had bad intentions, and the animals kept watch on them. If something would happen, he’d either feel it, or the birds would come tell him.

There was no need to fear the newcomer, at least for now. Elvin believed nothing bad happened.