Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2011 18:40:27 GMT -5
Was it Summer? The time of year when spring was fading away, when heat ruled over the earth. Was it really that bright, burning season? Not it this place it seemed, where the leaves fell in bright colors of red, orange, and yellow, surely not? Not in this place where the cool breeze swept past and the sun seemed as if it wanted to sleep. Where the light that shown down on the floor beneath tall, thin, pale trees, seemed to be dim, seemed to fade as if it were the leaves themselves shining; surely it was not Summer in the rest of the world.
The wind lifted, picking up as it raced along the forest floor. The leaves that had settled on the ground rose and danced about each other in little swirling numbers. It almost seemed as if these dying remains wished to experience a last moment of joy. Something the wind, in all his kindness, would surely grant.
Even in death, the forest seemed at peace. The cold air that filtered through each swaying, giving tree, was not the chill of death, but the coming Winter. The hope that the Winter would bring new life as it melted into Spring. Winter seemed only just about the corner in this strange place, but of course it was not. The squirrels running about the trees seemed in no hurry to gather their stores, it was not soon enough. The deer seemed not to mind the breeze running through their thing fur, their young children still danced for they knew they still had time to play.
A second, soft gust of wind stirred the leaves. A new sound hit them however, one the deer knew all too well as footsteps. A small nearby heard picked up and ran, flitting off into the trees to escape whatever danger might come of that familiar sound.
The leaves crackled, crunched, and broke beneath her feet as a young woman made her way slowly through the empty forest. Hand extended, palm out, as she stroked each nearby tree she passed. There was a smile upon her pale red lips, as if in her lonely walk, she found the peace of the forest. Found it and embraced it. This was not an odd feeling for this girl when she walked alone. It was rare however, to find a forest so intact, without trash or rubble thrown about. When she had left the nearby town, they warned her of the forest being haunted. They said wolves and ghosts ran through the forest. She scoffed at them and their foolish fears. “Why is it always a chilling season? Why is there never any warmth in those woods?” they asked trying to convince her of its evil secrets.
This woman, with her long hair tied up in a braid, and her strange, questionable eyes, did not believe in fear of the unknown. Could wolves or spirits walk the floors of this forest? It was possible, yes, but she did not fear the idea of such a chance. “My death will come in time. But my fate is not death anytime soon,” she would reply sarcastically to the foolish humans. She did not fear Death; she embraced him as much as she embraced the peace of the dying woods.
As her eyes lifted, the woman found a tree before her, just barely off the ‘path’ she was following. She smirked; this would make a nice resting place. Stepping over and lifting her arms to grab hold, she pulled herself up onto the tree with little difficulty, using her feet to help walk her way up the trunk until her rump was nicely placed upon the large, extending limb. The woman smiled once more, and pulled the hood of her newly ‘acquired’ jacket up over her hair, and lay against the tree’s limb, a relaxing leg, dangled down from above. A soft sigh escaping her lips as she rested high above the ground.
The wind lifted, picking up as it raced along the forest floor. The leaves that had settled on the ground rose and danced about each other in little swirling numbers. It almost seemed as if these dying remains wished to experience a last moment of joy. Something the wind, in all his kindness, would surely grant.
Even in death, the forest seemed at peace. The cold air that filtered through each swaying, giving tree, was not the chill of death, but the coming Winter. The hope that the Winter would bring new life as it melted into Spring. Winter seemed only just about the corner in this strange place, but of course it was not. The squirrels running about the trees seemed in no hurry to gather their stores, it was not soon enough. The deer seemed not to mind the breeze running through their thing fur, their young children still danced for they knew they still had time to play.
A second, soft gust of wind stirred the leaves. A new sound hit them however, one the deer knew all too well as footsteps. A small nearby heard picked up and ran, flitting off into the trees to escape whatever danger might come of that familiar sound.
The leaves crackled, crunched, and broke beneath her feet as a young woman made her way slowly through the empty forest. Hand extended, palm out, as she stroked each nearby tree she passed. There was a smile upon her pale red lips, as if in her lonely walk, she found the peace of the forest. Found it and embraced it. This was not an odd feeling for this girl when she walked alone. It was rare however, to find a forest so intact, without trash or rubble thrown about. When she had left the nearby town, they warned her of the forest being haunted. They said wolves and ghosts ran through the forest. She scoffed at them and their foolish fears. “Why is it always a chilling season? Why is there never any warmth in those woods?” they asked trying to convince her of its evil secrets.
This woman, with her long hair tied up in a braid, and her strange, questionable eyes, did not believe in fear of the unknown. Could wolves or spirits walk the floors of this forest? It was possible, yes, but she did not fear the idea of such a chance. “My death will come in time. But my fate is not death anytime soon,” she would reply sarcastically to the foolish humans. She did not fear Death; she embraced him as much as she embraced the peace of the dying woods.
As her eyes lifted, the woman found a tree before her, just barely off the ‘path’ she was following. She smirked; this would make a nice resting place. Stepping over and lifting her arms to grab hold, she pulled herself up onto the tree with little difficulty, using her feet to help walk her way up the trunk until her rump was nicely placed upon the large, extending limb. The woman smiled once more, and pulled the hood of her newly ‘acquired’ jacket up over her hair, and lay against the tree’s limb, a relaxing leg, dangled down from above. A soft sigh escaping her lips as she rested high above the ground.
