#possessedmaiden

For @possessedmaiden

Claire gasped softly at the voice. Whatever was in the house was coherent. It still didn’t convince her into lowering her cleaver completely, but she certainly made an attempt to seem less hostile.

“I am a hunter.” Claire replied. “I have run out of blood and could use some help if you would grant it.” The pain in her leg had gotten worse. All she wanted was to sit somewhere. Even still, she doubted there were any sane people in the forbidden woods save for Valtr and even he was questionable.

Springtime in the Unknown was unmistakably beautiful. What was previously dark, damp, autumnal-- all burnt orange and grey, mist and shadow-- was now teeming with life. Flowers blossomed in the trees, the air just cool enough to make the warm breeze that wafted past feel ever more welcoming, and the grass was soft and spongey beneath Lorna and Wirt’s feet as they walked through the Unknown.

As they walked, there was a odd, soft, chuffing noise that came from behind a bush. Curious, Wirt stopped, listening for a moment, before tiptoeing forward, gently parting the brush to see better.

Turning around, he motioned to his companion to come closer.

“Lorna! Lorna, come look!” he whispered, grinning, pointing to just behind the bush.

“...Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit...” He paused, trying to find the right word. “...lost. Can I help?”

lord huron - meet me in the woods

For @possessedmaiden

Bones crunched beeath her feet as she walked through the forbidden grave. The hunt had been harrowing, but it would be easy to forget once she got back to Logarius’s shrine. She had many new tales to share with Alfred. Her heart fluttered a little at the thought.

Her feet carried her along the path she had tread several upon several times before, her mind far off. So far off in fact, that she missed a free root sticking up from the ground. She tumbled down face first, and then kept going and going and going...

The world spun as she tried to be desperately aware of her cleaver so she wouldn’t gut herself upon it. Down and down she went trough the darkened trees. When she finally reached the bottom of the incline, she sat up, rubbing at her head. How foolish was that?! How could she, a practiced hunter so her on her feet trip and fall down a hill?

With a huff she stood and brushed herself off. There was a bit of a slice in her thigh from her cleaver. It could be fixed easy with a bit of blood but...no...her few remaining vials had been smashed on the way down. Of course!

She looked about her. There was no incline in sight. Only very tall and very dark trees. Where on earth had she ended up?

( @possessedmaiden )

“No no no no no no no, I goooottt ittt.”

She slurred, sloppily trying to sit up. She giggled lightly before brushing her hair back using her arm with one hand, and trying to sit up using the other; Before looking at the maiden.