@qosmics // un-plotted starter.
It never felt quite right anymore, haunting the woods as a Viveen Wild Girl of the Woods. It never felt right without him. Somehow, Nepenthe lost some of its magic when she was out there alone. Except when she’s not alone. The planet was quiet enough; Kestra never encountered more than the odd traveler, typically lost.
But this one... this one didn’t look like the others.
Kestra was not so stealthy as she liked to believe; twigs snapped beneath her footfalls, leaves rustling. Even the wood of her make-shift bow creaked as it bent as she drew the string back to her jaw. Yet she approached as though she made not a sound, and in her mind she did not: wild and untamed and one with the forest around her. ❛ Stop! ❜ she commanded in Viverna, the language of her people. ❛ Who are you? ❜