Where the Wild things Lived
My muse has been living alone in the forest for quite awhile. Has forgotten a good bit of English and every day social skills. But he's remained ever intelligent and has been surviving on his own just fine for years. You muse has found him and had decided to take him in. || Open to all!
Alex panted, on top the tree and looking down. Spooked. He didn't initially recognize what made the sound and didn't think it could be a human. People rarely came around this area. It was deep within the forest in a hard to reach place. It was his territory. It was silent for awhile as he looked down from his perch on the branch. Black hair falling down to the sides of his face as he did so. He watched and waited, looking up and down and to the sides of him as he minded where he thought the hunters were in the forest. Alex always hated hunting season. It was a dangerous time to be inhabiting the forest and he'd seen several familiar animals around him die. Bare feet touching the bark as he climbed down, hugging the tree at times, before he hopped lightly down. Attentive and not forgetting the edge he was on. The red and golden forest had remained quite though and soon he went about his work. Gathering and storing anything he could find for the Winter. He hated hunting season sometimes but the last few Winters had be straight brutal. He'd frozen and nearly starved separate Winters; something he didn't want to repeat.
He sighed, weaving bits of plants together and unaware that someone was quietly, cautiously, curiously, moving towards him. Keeping out of Alex's line of sight and his ears missed the gentle breathing. Mistaking it for the wind. A distant gunshot rang out and he immediately perked his ears, the gunshot miles away but still just as interesting. Worries of wither or not hunters would stray into his part of the forest prominent in his mind as he looked up. For once, for a split second, not paying attention to where he was going as he leg got caught up in a placed trap. Alex made a scared and surprised noise as he quickly get to trying to set himself free, unwittingly making his situation worse as he struggled against the trap.
The person approaching made it worse, fear clouding his face before he lunged. Only getting a step further before the trap held him back. Forcing him to stay in place. The young boy set a defensive stance, fully looking like a cornered animal as the person kept approaching. Slowly, and letting him keep an eye on them, but ultimately setting him on edge and frightening him. "Stay away from me." The growl helped conceal the disuse in his voice. It hurt to speak...
