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thesmophoric:

”I am walking, woods-man, and I intend to continue walking until I reach my destination.” There be no way around this forest, foul or fair as it may be. Her blade is hidden in its walking-stick carcass, but her ears strain for the slightest sound. Velia manages not to jump at his shout, but it’s a close thing. “…The Thorn’d Fortress.”

"Oh," leaves his lips almost immediately. Yet another of those who are after the fame and danger shimmering far away giving out free opportunities while all that ever awaited there was death and gore. "-- I have seen many going that way, talked to them, warned them. None of them came back while the fortress keeps on summoning its preys. And I assure you, many of them believed they could end this.”

#thesmophoric #{I'm sorry I'm just too desperate to rp on this blog again xD}

earmires:

With a slight shake of her head, as if she understood , the elf yet wondered about one thing. ❝Who rules in this kingdom? If I may ask. Is there not any army to help the fight against these creatures.❞

The Woodsman examines the elf's face, as if considering whether she was to be trusted, for speaking of the condition of his woods which she had witnessed, herself, was an entirely different matter from discussing the state of kingdom, yet eventually, he spoke. "There is a king, far on the east. He's faded over the years of reign and-- his army may protect his castle but it cannot be strong enough to keep the land and people safe." He paused. "Loups are the worst to have come to my woods but they are not the only ones and there may be many worse beyond the trees."

#earmires

thesmophoric

The sight of a someone amongst the trees it is that unsettles the Woodsman's mind once more. It is not safe for anyone to walk these paths, not now. Be it a good being or a bad. The dark is soon to come amidst this place and he wouldn't wish for anyone to be there when that happens. "Hey! You, do you have any reason to be in these parts so late? Pray say it so I can tell you that it is no way as important as your life."

#thesmophoric #{hey friend i made you this love me please}#{*peeks at*}

{ *waves; goes to bury self deep deep under the ground* }

#outofax;;#{ i have not been here for ages.. i am so sorry.. shame on me }#{ would anyone still be interested or? }

It is the state of numbness that drives the woodsman into hiding. This day, he is not going out. This day, the forest remains unprotected. The only thing he is capable of is clutching a child's drawing on an old piece of paper in his hand, while his hand is being pressed hard against his mouth, wanting to keep his watery eyes a secret.

When there is a knock on the door, his voice is filled with impatience, anger even. "Leave now! This is not the time for one of your games, Leroi!"

#open;;#{I really do want to be more active around here..}#{Just to explain;; It's been six years since he lost his wife and child so.. have him mourning.}

{ This has been my input. }

#{Oh my god I suck... I just am really busy lately and even though there's a lot of muse for Woodsman for me now I can't quite focus..}#{I'm tired. Yep. But still~ maybe if you believe in me hard enough I'll be able to come on tomorrow.. or the day after that.. or you know.}#outofax;;

earmires:

“Loups…”The sound of this strange word wakes an image in her mind. “Wolves?” No, something worse than that. The damage was bad enough to have effects on the whole forest. ”Do you have someone to help you fight against them? “

A shake of his head is the response. "My axe here has proven itself worth more than any cunning lad passing through, showing off the swords and daggers that have not yet faced anything resembling a fight for one's life." He pauses, considering whether to speak on or not. "-- And plus, I believe that the forest is not in the greatest danger here. The packs are rallying for a certain reason that these woods hardly contain. It is the kingdom itself I fear for."

#earmires

secxndson thewildhuntsman thebiqbadwolf noldorianking humxnism

“To be quite honest, I don't get to see a lot of strangers around here lately. And what is worse; when I do, they are not of the best kind you'd wish to run into, trully. So let me just ask you right away, do you mean any harm?" The Woodsman shuffles the ax on his broad shoulder, just to assure that it is still there. Both, himself, and the stranger.

#secxndson #thewildhuntsman #thebiqbadwolf #noldorianking #humxnism #{thanks for the follow; I really appreciate it!}#{I hope you can bear with me..}#{even though I'm like a month late with the greeter.. ahem}#greeting;;

fables-of-the-reconstruction-de

The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon,

#whispers;;#{*peeks at the blog* you guys have no idea how much I crave being here. But the school shizz. Gah.}

maryplantagenet:

“Perhaps you speak truth … but I must make it to the village.”

Shoulders tensed at his last question; why was such information necessary?

“It matters whether I am alone or not, stranger?”

The Woodsman frowns ever so slightly but nods sincerely. There was a little hope his words might change anything, he knew. "-- The Woodsman, they call me, young lady, and you should trust my words when I tell you; No one should walk these paths alone."

#maryplantagenet

narwafinda:

Even before hearing the warning, Firie had recognized the sound of a heavy weapon cutting the air at great speed and bent low. It was not uncommon for the warriors among her people to do the same, throw an axe at someone…

However, when the sound she heard made it clear the weapon had hit the ground, the girl frowned. Why would anyone throw…? Curious, she turned and her eyes went wide in shock when the plant that was hit and cut visibly twitched and spasmed. “What…?!” She was hallucinating, was she?

When the same voice who had warned spoke again, she turned around in hope to see the person it belonged to. “I have heard stories of trees moving, of forest being alive and protecting themselves… but—” She had not thought it true in a literal sense, nor did she ever imagine she would witness it. “Normal forests are not safe for me… if this place wants me out, then I should run away and out of it.” A pause, she waited. “Thank you for helping me, though.”

When he was addressed, the Woodsman stepped further from the shadows surrounding him, the gloomy light beneath the grey sky had revealed his tall figure and broad shoulders as well as the alert green eyes, as green as if they were a part of the forest itself. He examined the woman before him carefully whilst she spoke, his face marble as a single feature didn't move. Still, eventually a hint of smile found its way to do so.

"It was no trouble for me," he bowed ever so slightly, already pacing towards his ax to pick it up and clean it of dirt as well as to check on the ivy on the ground. It twisted for a couple more seconds but then it stilled, as if death itself came over the strand of green.

"And yet, I would prefer you not to speak of this place that way, for the woods are not to be faulted for what has happened," he spoke, true and honest, "They are just wary around the strangers, considering the many strange things approaching and doing wrong. The forest was not protecting itself from you, but from what is sensible on your tail. There are Loups going after you, I am afraid."

#narwafinda #{ Hah.. if you don't like this reply feel free to let me know and I'll change it! :) }

lirielbluestar:

Líriel had certainly no idea where she was, though she was grateful to see something which looked like a settlement. Perhaps someone would be able to tell her what she needed to know. The singer approached slowly. “Greetings!” she cried.

The Woodsman examined the approaching stranger from afar before opening the door, his eyebrows furrowed and his hand still clutching the ax, although he did not seem to intend on using it again anytime soon. "And to you, she-elf," he bowed his head ever so slightly.

#lirielbluestar #{ Hello! :) }

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Cui Fei - Read by Touch (2005-6) - Thorns on rice paper

#maps;;#the realm;;

{ Woody feels surrounded by elves. Poor guy.. }

#{ 10 out of 19 followers are elves.. well then xD }#outofax;;

maidenofnanelmoth:

Naeriel moves through the woods with the practiced ease and silence of the elves. Light on her feet, she steps carefully, her footsteps as quiet as the soft ruffles of the leaves. These woods give her a feeling of disquiet, an eeriness unfelt in another places. She catches a glimpse of the cottage through the foliage of the trees and wonders who would live deep into the heart of the forest. Part of her wishes to turn around and never come back. The other, stronger and determined, guides her feet forward.

The Woodsman glances out through the ever-living gloom of the forest. The tree close to his cottage is moving its branches ever so slightly although all the other trees stand still. The green eyes search further and there, in the shadow of said tree, there leads the path of an elf. The Woodsman opens his door a bit wider, speaking quietly, as if talking to the friend standing by his side, but his voice is carried further, for some reason. "I wonder, what is it than an elf seeks in a place like this?"

#maidenofnanelmoth

curufinwefeanaro:

Fëanáro gave the stranger a long, piercing look, and did not speak until his eyes gleamed, half with interest, half almost with suspect. « I have heard few who would call a wood theirs; only sovereigns and makers, which makes me believe you are either a King or an Ainu. Which one, you shall tell me. —As for my mind, I did not change it. A forest does not exist only to fancy the company of its trees and the reason for my presence is far more practical: I am passing through it. »

“What a shame for the forest, trully. For I've heard, no matter how hard may a man try in conditions of taking care of his wood, the fair folk shall ever do better than him." The Woodsman lets a mild smile move his features. "As for myself, I am neither, a king or an Ainu, my friend, even though there are many who wish to give me the reign over these woods just so they could feel themselves important when acting against my words. The Woodsman, they call me and my ownership of the wood is as great as the wood's ownership over myself."

#curufinwefeanaro

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