#forest giant

[emberglowfox]

lethal company things i noodled on during rounds where i died

[rullikka]

Lost something in the woods and never got it back

[brazen-art]

Attack on @rolex-kaard for Art Fight!

[neonthewrite]

Fire Warning

( Prompt list courtesy of @valcove )

Day one, and I actually have something to show for it! Days late, because I was away from internet for the week. I'll play some slow catch up over the next while.

I'm not sure if I'll make it for every prompt this month, but I'm going to try at least a few of them! Writing has been a bit of a Process for me lately, but I think this might help with the habit.

Today's little story features Morrel, a character first seen in a previous GT July prompt, but this one takes place long before he ever received his shackles.

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The trees could tell him things, when he bothered to listen. Morrel checked on the gossip among the branches when he could, though probably not as often as some of the elder trees would like. They passed information among them swiftly, and sometimes the message warped along the way. Morrel had long since learned that certain news wasn’t as big as they made it out to be.

Some news, though, drew his attention every time.

When the whispers of fire, fire, fire reached him, he woke from his trancelike slumber quicker than he ever wanted to. His wooden body creaked and the leaves splayed over his head fell away as he rose from the crouch that allowed him to extend his hands into the earth. As a giant-of-the-woods, Morrel had a responsibility to answer that distress. This was his home, but it was also the home of so many more that relied on him.

He rose to his feet, and then leapt deftly from the forest floor, light as a breeze despite standing over twenty feet tall. The canopy was his runway and he dashed over the crowns of trees he’d seen grow from saplings, barely touching them as he passed. They guided him with their urgent whispers, and with each touch he felt like he could reach the roots deep in the earth, become one with the forest.

It took him minutes to arrive at the fire they so desperately wanted him to find. When he did, he stopped and stared.

In the clearing, sitting around their small fire pit, a trio of humans stared back at him. His confusion wouldn’t show on his mask-like wooden face, since he only had his eyes and the sky colors within them. By the nervous demeanor of the diminutive visitors, they saw anger where there was only bemusement. Campfires, tended properly, were no danger at all to the forest.

“G-good giant,” one of the humans greeted, despite hisses of quiet from the others. “Well met, I, I think. Have you come to, ah, warn us?”

Morrel glanced around their would-be camp. They didn’t even have a tent, though he’d seen many a makeshift camp without one. They had bed rolls, and rucksacks, the usual marks of humans just passing through. He could gather up all of their things in one hand if he wanted. More importantly, their campfire was small enough that he’d be able to stomp it out with one boot if he needed to. They were making minimal impact in their passage through the woods.

That was fine, then. The trees could stand to calm down; Morrel rarely met much trouble with humans.

He lowered himself to a crouch, still at the edge of the small clearing they had chosen. One human glanced away nervously, perhaps looking for the swiftest exit. The one that had spoken kept her eyes on Morrel’s. He chose to address her. “No warnings yet, humans,” he rumbled. He gently placed a hand on the ground, just within the flickering light from their fire. “The forest takes note of your fire. See that you do as well, and all will be glad.”

Another human released a breath he was apparently holding. “Of course, of course, giant! We had one little spark go a-wandering, but we put it right out, right out we did!” The others nodded in eager agreement. They were so timid and jumpy, such small things. Like nervous little birds.

Morrel closed his eyes and bowed his head briefly, accepting their explanation. It fulfilled his duty to the trees well enough, and he saw no reason not to trust their word.

He settled himself further, his feet flat and his hands braced on the earth. “I would stay and keep watch,” he told them. “You will be safe here, for the night.”

The humans seemed relieved, and the one who spoke first smiled brightly. “We thank you, good giant, for your understanding. Would you be opposed to a few rounds of song? We cannot offer much else as our supplies are too short.”

Human song was a rare but welcome blessing this deep into the woods. Morrel tilted his head. “Please, little travelers. Sing as much as you like.”

[pailart]

Treeple

[toxictigertonic]

Does anybody still play Lethal Company. Does anyone care for the spore lizards like I do. They're just puppy

[willow-and-morel]

MMMGMGMHMJMHMJHMHMHMJMHMHMHHMHMHGUHHGHHGHGHGHHGHG

ok so i asked my gf to make a character of me for a gt au and i made her as an bird person and she created A LOVELY forest giant with a mushroom hat and antlers? and hooves? and deer hooves? and one arm thats made of rock and the other of wood and moss and i love my gf

anyways i have been sketching him cuz AJDHAEHWHA

THESE ARE THE OG SKETCHES FROM MY GF SHE DOESNT HAVE TUMBLER BUT IM GONNA GET HER ON HERE

[pulpsandcomics2]

Forest Giant by Eytan Zana