04-04-2018, 08:10 PM
Hephaestus
The edge of the forest was nearing. He could smell the lush green grass of the meadow lurking just beyond the next bend. Sunlight broke through the leaves stronger than ever and the browned leaves of commonly shadow dwelling plants shouted their complaints. Abandoned by the shadows, he felt a heat upon his skin. Instantly his comfort was gone, and he exhaled in anticipation. Only, suddenly, he became aware of footsteps a beat apart from his own.
He was no longer alone.
The more time he spent amongst the trees the more he came to realize that he was not the only admirer of the forest. He’d met more horses among the trees than he’d expected. In many ways he wasn’t trying to hide, but, in many more, he was. The coal black of his coat made it almost all too easy for him to escape the notice of fellow travelers searching for an escape amid the brambles and branches. Only, most had proved themselves to be far more conversational than he’d like to be.
Stopping abruptly, he trained his ears towards the steady pace of the stranger. It seemed that they too felt it necessary to pause and, for a breath, they stood there considering each other. It was a feminine voice that called out to him, her voice drifting over to him from the left side. She knew that he was there and, for a moment, he considered the course of action he wished to take.
If he left without a word she would surely see him as either a coward or a threat and, since he was neither, he aimed himself towards her and pushed through the brush that’d divided them. Standing there within her view he breathed deeply.
”I apologize,” he voiced by way of a greeting. ”I hope I did not frighten you.”
He was no longer alone.
The more time he spent amongst the trees the more he came to realize that he was not the only admirer of the forest. He’d met more horses among the trees than he’d expected. In many ways he wasn’t trying to hide, but, in many more, he was. The coal black of his coat made it almost all too easy for him to escape the notice of fellow travelers searching for an escape amid the brambles and branches. Only, most had proved themselves to be far more conversational than he’d like to be.
Stopping abruptly, he trained his ears towards the steady pace of the stranger. It seemed that they too felt it necessary to pause and, for a breath, they stood there considering each other. It was a feminine voice that called out to him, her voice drifting over to him from the left side. She knew that he was there and, for a moment, he considered the course of action he wished to take.
If he left without a word she would surely see him as either a coward or a threat and, since he was neither, he aimed himself towards her and pushed through the brush that’d divided them. Standing there within her view he breathed deeply.
”I apologize,” he voiced by way of a greeting. ”I hope I did not frighten you.”
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
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