Little Sapling

The man scoffed, catching the pouch. He poured its contents into his hand, counting the coins roughly, before putting them back inside.
“Fine. If you’re so intent on protecting this wee tree.”, he shook his head, grabbing the handle of his cart and pulling it along with him, leaving the forest again. All the while, the animals kept a close eye on him, creepy in their staring, as the forest seemed darker than before.

A few of the animals left again though, going all in the same general direction: the heart of the forest. Elvin was hurt, and even he needed time to heal, just like the tree that had been cut. Until it had healed it with its resin, Elvin would be in pain as well.

The forest’s deity

“No one with malicious intends.”, Elvin replied with a smile. He had been safe, as had his forest been. “Thank you again for saving us. I wouldn’t have known what to do if it weren’t for you.”.

He didn’t notice the blush, the light shining in his eyes showing the beautiful golden and orange tones of amber.

Forest deity

secretaryofstrength:

emptynarration:

Elvin was aware when Agnes stepped foot into the forest again. He couldn’t tell it was her, until the birds came and told him. He smiled, thanking them, letting the one who had landed in his branches rest there. He didn’t mind the little weight added.

He sat leaning against his tree, his life, growing at the edge of the lake. He spend most of his time here, feeling content and at peace. Sometimes some animals came to him, bunnies or deer, occasionally even a bear. Snuggling up to him, enjoying his presence. And he was always glad for the company, humming soft tunes he remembered, though didn’t know the origin of anymore.

Agnes made her way towards the water, eager to see it in its entirety. She made sure to watch her step as she went along, not wanting to disturb anything else. When she finally made it, she looked out over the water with a smile.

She sits down near the shore, sighing softly. “It’s beautiful…” She takes off her backpack, going through it quietly. She retrieves a case out of it, then sets up her ink set quietly. She starts painting the view in black and white, smiling to herself. She couldn’t wait until she got home, so she could colour it in.

Elvin perked up when he saw someone step into the clearing. It took a moment, and he recognized Agnes. He giggled softly to himself, nuzzling the bunny on his lap. Of course she would’ve found the lake. He welcomed her, and the forest wouldn’t hide its paths to her because of it.

“Go on, little one. I think I’ll welcome our guest.”, he spoke softly to the bunny, setting it on the grass and letting it hop off. He stood up, walking over to Agnes, and curiously watching her as she painted. He didn’t want to startle her, seeing how she might mess up because of it.

Little Sapling

shadowofthenox:

emptynarration:

“I don’t believe in ghost stories, kid.”, the man replied with a huff. It was why he was here in the first place -people had warned him, had told him not to do this, but he didn’t give a damn about what they had to say. The forest could be as creepy as it wanted to be, he would get his wood.

“Now run off and tell your stories those superstitious townsfolk if it amuses you so. I don’t have time for this.”.

Nox stared at him. The animal watched silently from behind the trees, poised to attack.

She went to the tree and ran her hand across the harsh cut on the bark. Her father was indeed a woodsman but he highly respected this forest so she tried a different tactic.

“It’s very good wood and I can imagine you’d get a pretty penny for your labours” she detatched a pouch from her belt, jingling it loudly. “I know the value of this wood, this pouch has enough to pay for the tree. It’s yours if you leave. Think about it, you get gold for doing nothing. You can go home early and get the taste of ale on your lips before the sun sets” bribery wasn’t her favourite way to get someone to stop but she knew she had to try.

“You think you have enough to pay for the beauties I could make out of that wood?”, the woodcutter asked, not really believing her. “Let me count your coins and I’ll consider leaving it alone.”.

He didn’t much care if he didn’t have to do any work or not. But if she insisted on him leaving this forest alone, then he wanted enough money to indeed pay what he would’ve made out of that tree. He wasn’t even aware the people in the surrounding villages wouldn’t dare buy something made of wood of this forest.

The forest’s deity

growlingbeasts:

emptynarration:

Elvin rested back where he belonged, at the lake in the heart of the forest. His home, he would call it. No one knew of the lake, and no one had ever seen it. But he didn’t get lonely, he never had in the hundred of years he was alive. Animals were his companions, and occasionally, a few lost people he had to personally help.

He did think about Ray, hoping he’d be alright. He knew someone had gotten him, having made sure to watch from a safe place. He did hope Ray would come to the forest again, he hadn’t had anyone to talk with for so long.

Soon next day Ray came back into the forest. He looked around as he wanted to be sure that no corruptions had spreaded around the forest. When he was sure he let out a sigh of relief and smiled and moved deep into the forest. He called Elvin’s name wanted to see the other since well he saved his life afterll.

@emptynarration

Elvin perked up when the birds told him Ray had come back. Smiling, he stood up from where he was resting and easily moved through the forest, fazing through trees, going long distances in mere seconds.

“Ray!”, he smiled as he stepped out from yet another tree, just a bit away from Ray. But he could see him, and he was glad to see him alright.
“I’m so glad you’re alright!”.

Little Sapling

“I don’t believe in ghost stories, kid.”, the man replied with a huff. It was why he was here in the first place -people had warned him, had told him not to do this, but he didn’t give a damn about what they had to say. The forest could be as creepy as it wanted to be, he would get his wood.

“Now run off and tell your stories those superstitious townsfolk if it amuses you so. I don’t have time for this.”.

Forest deity

Elvin was aware when Agnes stepped foot into the forest again. He couldn’t tell it was her, until the birds came and told him. He smiled, thanking them, letting the one who had landed in his branches rest there. He didn’t mind the little weight added.

He sat leaning against his tree, his life, growing at the edge of the lake. He spend most of his time here, feeling content and at peace. Sometimes some animals came to him, bunnies or deer, occasionally even a bear. Snuggling up to him, enjoying his presence. And he was always glad for the company, humming soft tunes he remembered, though didn’t know the origin of anymore.

The forest’s deity

Elvin rested back where he belonged, at the lake in the heart of the forest. His home, he would call it. No one knew of the lake, and no one had ever seen it. But he didn’t get lonely, he never had in the hundred of years he was alive. Animals were his companions, and occasionally, a few lost people he had to personally help.

He did think about Ray, hoping he’d be alright. He knew someone had gotten him, having made sure to watch from a safe place. He did hope Ray would come to the forest again, he hadn’t had anyone to talk with for so long.

The forest’s deity

growlingbeasts:

emptynarration:

“Call me Elvin.”, Elvin replied with a kind smile. Vines and flowers growing in his hands, soothing Ray’s pain and healing what little he could.
The forest was named Elvin forest, named for its meaning: friend of elves. The people believed that the forest housed spirits and elves, that the fair folk resided in it. But there was only Elvin here.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Ray. Even under these circumstances.”.

Ray nooded softly and smiled.He felt the deity heal him as he relaxed. He felt safe here. After a while he couldn’t help but feel exhausted. “I have never been in this forest before. I…I only heard from people about it but I find it beautiful and mostly relaxing.”he said softly as he felt his eyes would be closing soon

@emptynarration

Elvin smiled softly. “I’ll be welcoming you back, if you ever return.”, he said, voice quiet and gentle. He wanted Ray to rest, a bird landing on his branches, tweeting to him.

“Someone is coming. They’ll be able to help you better. Thank you for saving us.”.

Little Sapling

shadowofthenox:

emptynarration:

Elvin smiled softly, eyes closed as he leaned back against his tree. His life, where he was bound to. It had grown to the whole forest, making him able to travel through it with ease. He had become the forest, and the forest was him, and he was happy as it was.

Suddenly a sharp pain went through him, making him gasp and clutch his chest. One second, two seconds, and another sharp pain struck him, and he cried out in pain. Someone- someone was trying to cut down a tree. And it hurt, it hurt his very being, until he was screaming in pain.

The woodcutter was unaware of the forest’s deity. Of the legends surrounding it. Or rather, the man didn’t believe in it. And such old trees, big and sturdy, were bound to give him great material.

Nox heard a cry in the distance, the forest had suddenly become eerily quiet at the sound, as of the whole area had stopped to hear the voice. She sprang up, forgetting about her pack and running towards the cry, jumping over the muddier parts of the path. Whoever it was sounded like they were in terrible pain.

Deer rushed past her as she ran, turning a sharp right and going out of sight. The birds screeched together and the din drowned out the cries. They looked to see rabbits bounding towards the same route the deer took. She followed them until she came across their target: the wood cutter.

She rushed forward and grabbed the handle of the axe as he swung it back.

“STOP!”

The woodcutter looked unimpressed as Nox turned up, even as multiple animals gathered, threateningly. Staring at him, his axe, his cart. Fully prepared to stop him, attack him if they needed to.

“What do you want?”, the man scoffed, yanking the axe out of her grip, but setting it on his shoulder. He had heard the screams, but he didn’t care. Coincidences, nothing more.

Elvin had fallen onto his side, curled up, clutching his chest. Taking deep and shaky breaths, as the pain only lingered. He hoped it wouldn’t return, that none of his trees were cut down. He knew the animals would try and protect him, the forest, but… he was always afraid when this happened.