03-08-2020, 07:50 PM
Everything starts to feel the same, a tireless existence of yesterdays and tomorrows. It starts to feel the same, even seems the same in some ways- this monotonous repetition of solitude.
However, nothing stays the same, not even him.
The years ticked by, his comfort sought in the wilderness, tangled in tree and vine, the evidence of such a life, embedded in his flaxen hair. Druid was always alone, in a manner of speaking, if one does not count the towering pine or the other him that remains buried and shielded from the cold. Druid’s canine was not suited for the shadow of Winter, not built to flourish in the bitter winds, that part of him recoils as she nears- it does not like confrontation. The faint wolf smell evaporates as quickly as it had come, perhaps he had imagined it.
(The phantom smell leaves his nostrils flared wide, unsure of the source. Eyes threaten to spin and the white become vivid and noticeable, muscles tense. It is only a moment, but that’s all it takes, doesn’t it?)
Another pretty girl, it is so much like the day before. Has it been just a day? A russet head shakes the thought away, he’s lost track of the years passing, mind lagging. Is he clinging to the past?
If he wanted to be alone, he was alone, maybe that’s why he remains solitary in the forest- he forgets his herd, if he has ever had one.
A heartbeat passes, thrums, before he answers her. “The trees are thicker in the depths, it is warmer this way,” a reply based on basic comfort, but it is the quiet that calls him into the shelter of a bark made cage. For all his freedom, it is the suffocating snare of loneliness that brings relief.
At least it did, for a time, but the faint glow that illuminates her skin, is a pretense of warmth and he dares to take a step towards her.
“Is it that far?” He asks, eyes floating like swamp water to the copse around them.
druid
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