#woodsbled

[thegreyfaceoflove-blog]

@woodsbled

Want an example of purple prose that is pleasing to the eye and ear yet not hard to read? Writing that doesn't require a dictionary to comprehend, yet which lends to the elegance and stature of their character? See their writing. I'm having a really good time threading with them already.

[courcgecus]

SOFTER PROMPS || highly accepting! @woodsbled​​ said: “ you have kind eyes. ” 

🌿-     ❝ My eyes? Oh, get away with you... ❞ Fluttering, she looked away from the Prince of the Forest, certainly taken. Kind eyes, such a warming compliment, and the mouse was all about absorbing compliment,s despite often reacting in such a humble way. It felt odd to receive praise of any kind - even if it was something as small and mundane. Yet, had he really such sharp eyes to see the very eyes of such a small being like her? Though, kindness was one of the virtues people let her know... all the time.   ❝ Else you have sight of a HAWK! Well, I shall take your word. Perhaps eyes reflect something. ❞

[darkesthowl]

" Can you walk? "

ANGST Starters.

               Everything hurt. It wasn’t just the pain in his hind leg. In fact, it was pretty numb but Callum choose to ignore the panic that threatened to rush through him. No feeling usually didn’t mean anything good. But not only was he hurting — he was scared. A wounded wolf was a dead wolf. ❛ Leave me alone ❜, he snarled, fangs bared as he scooted back. His righ hind leg was dragging behind him, practically shredded from the trap he’d just gotten out of. Usally a deer wouldn’t be a match; it would be dinner. But Callum wasn’t stupid. He knew what these antlers could do and right he wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight in his condition. ❛ Leave! ❜, he growled again, trying to snap at the huge beast looming over him.

[rabbitofthesight]

@woodsbled​ continued from x

  Long ears were upturned and perked to the Prince, Fiver was practically incited by his poetic words. The rabbit liked to think he was a good listener to the earth, his 'gift' seemed to only closen his attention to the world around him. He could often sense the hills, the trees, the way they sang in soft westerly winds or the way the screamed when a calamity was upon them.

  " I try to listen, the most of times," Fiver tried to put it lightly, it was not yet that the Great Prince knew of his sight and for now, perhaps it ought to stay that way. "But... What is it that they tell you?"

[darkesthowl]

@woodsbled​ continued from [ x ]

               He’d never encountered a forest quite like that before. He couldn’t even pinpoint what it was that was strange about it. Only that he could feel it in every cell of his body. Usually he was more than capable of containing the beat inside of him. It was one of the advantages of being a born wolf. But ever since he passed the treeline, his wolf was trying to claw his way out of his body. Callum’s skin tingled, he felt ichy and restless and the urge to shift and run was almost overwhelming. However, the feeling wasn’t unpleasant — it was more of a natural desire and he wasn’t sure how long he was able to surpress it.

               That was when he stumbled onto the clearing and was certain that something was off. This wasn’t a normal man. The aura around him was almost palpable and Callum’s wolf was ready to flop on his back and surrender ( for what reason whatsoever ). This was the moment he started to feel uncomfortable. Trees were casting longer shadows, the rustling of the leaves became a dark tone to them — and he highly disliked the air of power that radiated off the man. Callum took a step back and defensively crossed his arms over his chest. 

               ❛ If you know that, then you also know that I won’t leave without a fight. ❜  He hated the way his voice trembled and the shiver that ran down his spine made the muscles in his arms and chest twitch. ❛ What are you? ❜ 

[thehopcful]

💎💎💎

💎 Majestic

💎 Wise

💎 Woodlands

[laikehend]

@woodsbled​ ❧ s.c.

      BREATH BILLOWING OUTWARDS IN a phantom - like wisp. the frigid air leeching the warmth from every puff of air that slipped past his parted lips , although he felt none of the cold that surrounded the landscape in its wintery white & freezing temperatures. pure elven blood ensured only the severest of colds would chill his bones , but it was the moments past fight that left his veins heated & his fair features marginally flushed.

      STRAIGHTENING FROM HIS FORWARD weighted stance , lowering his weapons from their defensive pose but not returning them to their sheathes quite yet. not only was blood still slicking the once immaculately polished blades of his twin knives , but when in presence of a stranger , albeit one who just fought alongside him to defeat a common enemy , it usually served to not drop one’s guard too low. a mistake that was seldom redeemable when made.

      TURNING MORE TOWARDS THE other’s view , frame still holding a tension but posture outwardly appearing relaxed. offering a single nod towards the stranger , subtle smile curving the corner of his mouth. an exhilaration he felt from a fight won bleeding through his want of composure from himself , satisfaction of ridding the world of the evil embossed creatures always had to outweigh the thoughts on the violence of it all. a trick that worked more times than not.

      TODAY BEING SO AS legolas offered up first words of greeting & thanks. voice pitched to be heard , although he stepped no closer to the other who’d helped him win the day. ageless features molded into an easy expression while age old eyes kept a keen observation of the stranger. a dichotomy only those of the edhil seemed to carry , but an auxiliary sense , an nudge of inclination had legolas pausing to give much more regard towards this particular wanderer.

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          ❝ You have my thanks.               Without your assist , that may have been messier than it was.               Perhaps for I more than they. ❞

[majordomo-zazu]

The stag today takes shelter from the sun, waded into the forgiving shallows of a pool between the trees where he has paused for drink. 'The land is quieter today than I am used to, ' he calls to the known visitor he hears fluttering among the branches, shaking away the water glittering at his throat. 'The peace must be comforting to you as well. '

“Yes, I suppose.”

With a rush of wings Zazu landed in the trees above the small watering hole. It was indeed quiet, there hadn’t been many hunts today, since in the heat of the dry season creatures on both sides of the predator/prey divide were too hot to bother with much else but shade and water, as the exotic visitor beneath him was doing so now.

“All the same, it does leave me rather uneasy. As though something is about to break, like a storm.”