#oiia

𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔒𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 KLAH back at it in the Greenbelt Forest 🌒 it’s time for our regularly scheduled Werewolf Wednesday and let me tell ya folks, we’re in pretty deep. See, people don’t really go far off the path here in the Greenbelt Forest. The wolves usually keep an eye on anybody wandering too far and tell ‘em to keep outta their territory- may come off as rude, but more people buy it. Only the wolves can brave the deep woods… The one valuable thing I’ve kept from my village is the story of the laughing trees, if you hear them- turn back or you won’t come back. The wolves call them the Oiia, they live in the oldest trees, the corners of eyes, just outta sight, shifting shadows… places like that. To be honest, I’ve always been fascinated with them ever since I pushed my luck as a kid- that’s actually when I met Xinul as a pup, but that’s a story for another time. This is one of the few times they’ve taken me in this far. They ain’t keen on humoring my curiosity in Oiia. Well... whatever their secret is, I must admit I rely on the wolves to get through. The sound of Oiia is enough to put you in a delirium, at their beck and call, any lapse in focus will have you pliable to their will. Eyes ahead on the pack… hard to keep my notes straight. I got scolded 😓 damn I feel dumb. We’d kept a fast pace for hours and everything was blurring into one under the dappled light, thought I heard the winds changing like a clearing was nearby… anyways I stuck a dart in my leg to focus on something CLEAR, we should be 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.