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[hunting-songs]

“ H E L P ! ” | Adalia, she was trapped and injured in a cave in a deep forest

@theternalflame

The river was a gurgling line of silver running in happily singing curves along trees so old and tall they looked like still wardens sitting along the riverbank, along rocks so big and unmoveable they looked as if they had grown out of the soft forestground, along of firneedles covered floors that was turned into hills by treeroots reaching out from the ground like angry hands ready to grasp her and make her fall. At least make anyone else fall who was not so used to living on the road as the traveling musician who walked easily past them with only an echo of ache in her once shattered bones. The river had left behind the road long ago at the edge of the forest, but still it was for the woman with the much too keen ears easier to follow than taking the long road around the forest for which she would have needed all day in the stark summersun until her back was burned to a crisp and every step felt as if she was waling on needles. But every river lead to a city eventually for her to find work in. But beside the river it was coolcompared to the summerheat on the road. But beneath the shadow of the trees it was save from the burning summersun.

When on the road moments had passed by in burning stitches into her skin, along the river hours passed by slowly and refreshing with only the singing of the river as her happy companion.

It was well past afternoon with the light falling through the canopy of green needles above her head turning red and dyeing the river beside her prettily pink, when Senritsu heard the first voice she had heard since three says since she had left the last city.

Days since she had heard a human speak,Senritsu stopped startled in her tracks as if she had been slapped.

The voice was this far away nothing but a whisper,disorted by smacking against rocks brutally and vibrating from something that was even this far away so clear to hear: fear. And pain. And panic. Someone who was scared,someone who was in pain,someone who was crying from desperation, called for help. And the sound alone digged into Senritsus guts painfully like a metalrod, so only imagining what the person must feel like when their call for hep made her feel this way was even worse.

Senritsu did not hestiated to leave the riverbank, after all it was so loud he could easily find her way to it again at any time. She was there, she could help,so she had to help. The forest with the thick shadows hanging between the firtrees swallowed her like an black mouth. "I hear you!", the woman called loudly and it sounded so very wrong in the stillness between the trees: "Don´t stop calling! I am coming for you!" The echo o the call of help was still so loud in her ears:female, she figuered. In pain, she figured. Taller than her, she figured. The same age, she figured. Probably disorted by an injury or by beeing so long already in that horrible situation, she figured. But She was there, but she could help,so she had to help.

A few moments away from the riverbank the sound of her steps changed- instead of beeing softned by the layers of firtrees the song of her steps became sharper,almost loud in her much too keen ears. Senritsu stopped and digged her left heel carefully into the thin layer of firtrees to than hit solid rock- she had been told that the area was covered in great rocks from worn down mountains, so did the person she heard calling had fallen in one of the many tunnels between those rocks on which the forest grew? They must have felt as if swallowed by the ground, she figured.They must feel scared, stuck in a vertical tunnel with the little light falling through the trees suddenly so far away. She was there, she could help,so she had to help. The thought alone was a fist grabbing her insides and crushing them painfully, so Senritsu took her wander-stick to run the tip over the floor infront of her to listen for any tunnel-entrnces that could open up unseen before her so she too would not fall while she walked towards he echo of the call for help still so painfully, desperately loud in her ears.She was there, she could help,so she had to help. [ @kuyenkutral ]

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 Send “ ☹ “ for our Muses to be left alone by their original companions and sit together awkwardly- Could be a first meeting? | Adalia @theternalflame

At some point in the evening Mars client decides to relieve her off her duty for the night and than left her side to drown himself laughing in the sloshing waves of dancing bodies on the dancefloor in the middle of the bar where the tables and chairs had been shoven aside. Yet the Halforc was stranded standing by the barcounter with her claymug of applejuice in one hand and the other hand holding to the barcounter so hard as if she was worried she would just sink into the ocean that were the laughter in the bar that was too loud, the heat in the small tavern that made condense water run down the inside of the windows, the candlelight reflecting on the damp windowglasses and piercing into her eyes, the dancing people in the middle of the tavern that were too many, the too many people and too many faces and too many conversations digging, digging, digging into her head.

It was this headaches throbbing in her head right behind her forehead that made Mar only turn her head to the only other person staying with her by the barcounter much too late.

"...the appliejuice here is good, milady.", The Halforc said as a matter of fact and in the same moment- with the loud tavern around her, with the laughing of people sloshing against where she was standing by the counter, with the unknown woman there and there and there and there- Mar regretted to have said anything at all, because this was a tavern not a battlefield, because this was a tavern not a soldiers encampment, because she was a soldier and the other redhead was not, because she was far from ever beeing elegant with words when there was no sword in her hand.

Automatically Mar pulled the hood of her Gugel deeper down in her stark freckled face, clearing her throat so loudly that the noise almost completly swallowed her next mutter and turning it unhearable. As it should be, as all her words should, as everything she did should: "Just saying. Ignore me, if you please so." [ @theternalflame ]

[hunting-songs]

🍻 + Skarn? Why not? @theternalflame

Send "🍻" for our muses to get drunk together!

The inn was full of voices talking and laughing mixing with the beating of hearts that sang a choir of joy and drunken stupor that listening o it was so deafening any thought was slow and sluggish. Senritsu felt drunk; whatever she wanted to think about was far away, drowned in the loudness, burried under the noises too loud to really focus on. At this hour of the night with the streets outside empty as if the nights coldness had herded everyone inside, the inn was so well visited that moving through it felt like walking through sticky syrup. Senritsu, so mcuh shorter than the other visitors, was shoved around much too hastily for her liking nd feeling like a sailor in a little fisherboat on a too happy stream she looked for somwhere to sit. To anchor, so to say.

And beenatht he waves of laughters, yells, voices, beermugs clanking, lips turning wet from alcohol, people swallowing, she heard something else. Something that almost sounded like sizzlign behind a familiar heartmelody. Outside it was cold, outside the night was black, outside the streets were empty, but the light in the tavern was warm and dyed everythign in shades of gold, but isnide the people laughe,d but inside it smelled of burned candlewax and the sweetest wine.

"Hello person who I sure have not met already in a cloister in quarantaine and who sure is not giving his best impression of a brooding stranger in a corner while the world is having a very good night around them to miss all the fun; may I sit with you?", humming in all good humor Senritsu leaned a hand on the table before Skarn- it was too loud to really hear his heartbeat and the other visitors heartbeat throbbe din her much too keen ears like the threat of a coming migraine, but he did not pushed her away and that was in the wild rushing past her noises almost safe.

"Mhmmmmm, silence is not as loud of an answer as you think it is. There are a lot of mhmmm.. more fortissimo answers." There was a rustling noise light like the flutter of feathers from the rests of her hair hanging around her shoulders when she sat beside Skarn on the bench. Playing her elbows on the table before them, she rested her round chin on her small hands to purr as sweet as a kitten over the muffeled buzzing of voices rushing past them like riverwater around a calm little island: "What else would you like to drink, mhmmmmmmm?" [ @theternalflame ]

[hunting-songs]

“Well, this is awkward…”

"..oh, you have no idea how mhmm... assai awkward this actually is", Senritsus words were a long, suffering sigh that fell out from between her lips like stones to smack on the overgrown forestfloor a meter beneath her head. Hanging upside down and with one ankle hooked in a noose-trap that had pulled her off her feet to left her hanging between the trees upside down like a pear from a branch, Senritsu slowly turned around herself and tiered, much too tiered did not even try to turn her head to keep looking at Pokkle. When the trap had activated, closed around her ankle and suddenly pulled her into the air Senritsu had hit her head on a few treeroots and so there was a thick, red bruise blooming right in the middle of her forehead of which she heard her own blood pumping into so loudly that it seemed that every other sound was dampned from the wild rushing of her own blood into the bruise. Her face was a throbbing piece of flesh turning black and blue and yellow from the different bruises blooming on her skin where she had hit agaisnt the treeroots and even the cold air of midnight was not cold enough to sooth this pulsing, aching heat lingering in every little scratch and bruise growing on her freckeld face. Not that there was much to hear at all: She heard the creaking of the rope around her ankle strained by weight, she heard the nightwind rustling throught he leafs that looked this late at night black like ink, she heard Pokkles heartbeat throbbing so loudly she felt the noise beat in her bruised face, she heard small animals moving through the branches and the undergrowth beneath, she heard no other footsteps in the undergrowth, no bushed softly moving when a big body sneaked through it, no guns fired, no metal for cages snapping shut. If there were still any poachers around than the forest with its rustlign leafs, quiet moving small animals, and in a soft breeze creaking branches kept their songs hidden well.

The next street and house was hours of early autumnal forest with colourful leafs and from autumn red dyed grass away from where Senritsu was now hanging upside down. So far away all she could hear was the forest and her own blood throbbing in every bruise covering her face and everythign else of her body that had been dragged over the forestfloor when the trap had activated. The young woman felt every inch of her body ache like she was a old woman she would only be in a few decades. It was this ache pulsing in every inch of her that was almost emberassing when she was the one who had lived longer as a Hunter than Pokkle and now she- the pro-hunter! the musician! the expierenced adventurer! The one who heard everything!- had stepped in a trap and was hangingn headfirst from a branch and a face bloomign in all colours like a bouquet of flowers.

"Noones around, all I am hearing are the squirrels up in the branches, so whoever set this trap up is out of my ear-range.", Senritsu muttered and spoke a tad louder than she needed to because her own blood throbbing in her ears was so loud it was almost deafening while she continued to turn, turn, turn around herself still hanging upside down, "...I would sing you the most dolcissimo praise, if you would help me, please. I feel assai sick." [ @kuyenkutral ]

[hunting-songs]

“New Years Kiss”

It was so cold that the slightest move made the frozen grass to their feet clink like suddenly shattered crystalglass. The slender treess grew sparse around them and their bark was so white they seemed to glow like thin neon-lights against the deep, dark blue of almost midnight hanging around where they had crouched down under layers and layers of fake-leaf-blankets with only the lense of the camera sticking out from where they were sitting side by side in plain sight and yet hidden.

At this moment Senritsu and Pokkle had been sitting waiting for six hours since the sun had went down and the red streaks of wintersunlight cutting through the naked, in the wind trembling arms of treebranches had drowned int he flood of the deep, dark nightblue. Somewhere far away from the thin trees of the streak of forest growing between the two highways framing it she heard cars pass by. The time ticked forward in the tact of the clinking frost growing like flowers on the frozen grass beneath. Somewhere far away from the thin, white trees she heard animals mving in this little streak of wilderness planted betwe en busy asphalt-rivers of cars floading by. The time ticked forward in the tact of the clinking frost growing like flowers on the frozen grass beneath. Somewhere not so far away there was a nest of the violet-singer who had settled down in this young, artifical forest and for who they were waiting to take a photograph of even if that bird had not moved out of the sphere made of branches hanging between the trees had not moved away for hours from their eggs. The time ticked forward in the tact of the clinking frost growing like flowers on the frozen grass beneath. Somwhere far away from where they were holding out, Senritsu heard people celebrate loudly in a motorway service area against clinking cold silence of their holdout as the hours creps closer to midnight and the new year.The time ticked forward in the tact of the clinking frost growing like flowers on the frozen grass beneath.

They were sitting shoulder by shoulder, cheek to cheek and as stilla s if frozen in place. Yet Senritsu could not hear any uncomfortableness with this situation in Pokkles heartbeat despite the coldness, despite them sitting so still, despite her beeing so close. Instead she heard a quiet, soft singsang in his heartbeat that was stroking like a warm finger around her cold ears as if his heartbeat was humming in excitment over the possibility of photographing that bird. It was a sweet song. It was infectious sweet.

The time ticked forward in the tact of the clinking frost growing like flowers on the frozen grass beneath. Midnight came closer second by second, breath by breath, heartbeat by heartbeat. Comfortable and happy humm in Pokkles breath and breath was a lullaby in Senritsus ears that made her almost forget the coldness, the tieredness.

The second she heard cheering errupt in the bistro of the motorway service area and people started to congratulate eachother to the new year, Senritsu moved for the first time since hours, turned her head and pressed a soft peck to pokkles cheek. Her dark lips were nothing but a faint warm breath against the others cheek that was so cold it seemed to burn against her lips. "Happy new year, Pokkle.", Humming in all good humor Senritsu turned her head back towards the camera and her smile left a hot line on the others cheek. The time ticked forward in the tact of the clinking frost growing like flowers on the frozen grass beneath. [ @kuyenkutral ]

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Smash or Pass. Toyohisa > Yoichi

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