Oddly Placed Druid

The Tell Tale Heart

The Tell Tale Heart is your written piece from Edgar Allan Poe! We're guessing you have a guilty conscience or you've lost your mind once or twice in your lifetime. Have you ever committed an action that had no specific motive? And therefore, you considered it unjust and ethically or morally wrong? According to your results, we're going to go ahead and answer yes to those questions for you. The Tell Tale Heart describes the intervals of insanity possessed by a murderer, who has killed and dismembered and old man and hidden him beneath his floorboards. Soon enough, the hallucinatory sounds of the old man's heartbeat which has manifested itself due to the murderer's guilt, drives him insane. At the end of the story, the murdering narrator confesses to the investigating police what he has done, since he can no longer bear the growing sound of the old man's heartbeat and can not live with what he has done. We aren't suggesting you've murdered anyone, but is there anything you'd like to come clean about that may be making you a little mad?

(Tagged by @hinahinagray

Tagging @ralaadzior and @azadzior )

The large cat remained hidden in plain sight, her sleek form tucked in the shadows between the two tents as she waited. Ears flicking at the steady scratching of pen to paper drifting from the Ren’dorei’s sleeping space. Keeping her eyes closed she simply listened, the distant sound of fighting, the faint smell of dirt and crushed lives. She let out a soft huff, stirring a fallen leaf in front of her nose. The scratching sound stopped. The feline druid lifted her head as she waited, the sound of soft sniffles and stifled emotions meeting her well tuned ears. The envelope appeared under a gently lifted side of the tent, just enough for the exchange to take place without dirtying the precious cargo. carefully she timed her shift, stuffing the contraband in her pouch before her whole form shuddered and she took on an avian shape. Powerful stroke of her wings carried her into the sky.  Her plan to simply observe and ensure the safety of not only her warrior but the Raven’s giant void male had quickly turned to seeking to bring some kind of solace to the large homesick male. The trio plotted the delivery of his letter down to the moment the druid could take flight. Postmasters were ordered to check all mail, in hopes of catching defectors. How would one whose loves are “part of the enemy” ever be able to write home?

What good is a druid with no purpose? A mere cat that lays about basking in limited sunlight through a shuttered window.

Her stay had been longer than planned, attempts at finding a new place to live proving difficult in a city full of new refugees. While grateful for the temporary living space at the Heart of the Raven, Xanthia grew restless. Ready to have a space truly her own, a small hide away from the life of responsibility she held within the ranks of her guild.

She'd simply vanished, only coming out of hiding when she deemed necessary. Occasionally the large vibrant blue cat might be seen playing with the children, the patience of a saint as they tugged on her tail or tackled her with their rough housing.

The tavern was quiet, most of the residents and guests having taken to their homes for a much needed rest. Her favorite spot by the hearth ripe for the taking, with ease she settled onto the rub before the open flame.

She'd never ment to vanish completely, no doubt worrying the large lightforged male she'd grown so fond of. Fhaliona had located her with ease, occasionally stopping by to check in on her leader, always a face of concern that the druid was slipping from her once carefree demeanor to a much more solemn mindset.

Curling her tail around her, she sighed, ears twitching to pick up those around her before she settled in to doze off.

((Mention @heartoftheravenwra @blackhooftrading (Fhaliona), @vindicator-eitaam.))

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