Not My Forest… [Complete]
Character(s): Aisling and whomever would like to stumble across her.
Content: Aisling arrives in Paixao.
Setting: The vicinity of Muspelheim
Time: Dusk
Warnings: Annoying little fairy-wolf thing ;)
Aisling blinked. A moment ago, the white wolf’s forest had been illuminated with a flash of lightning, but when the blinding light faded, Aisling found herself in front of a pair of gates unlike any she’d seen. Kell’s gates had been crafted from slain trees. These were made of gold… And the metal was pulled into flame-like points.
Though the blonde man standing at the gates looked nothing like a Viking, the gates still reminded her of the Northmen, the ones who had driven her friend away. Flames were always left in their wake, and gold was their only goal. The wolf’s green eyes widened, her ears tilting back… when she heard a crunch behind her. She spun around, only to find others behind her, all in a line. This wasn’t her forest, and she didn’t know what to think of these people.
Aisling growled at the strangers but rather than attack, she turned and fled, nearly bowling over the man guarding the gates. Aisling leaped lightly over the strange, rectangular thing he had been holding out to her as it skittered across the ground and continued running with a howl until she felt she was far enough from the others to be safe. Only then did her pace slow to a walk.
Silent as wind, her sleek, pale body slipped through the city streets like a mist. Her paws left hardly a mark on the cobblestones, and her long tail practically swept away any hint of a footprint she left. The wolf’s eyes glowed almost eerily in the dimmer spots, and as the cobbled streets passed under her, she began looking more and more from side to side, as if desperate to find something.
Aisling knew that something was horribly, horribly wrong with this place. There were creatures about, though unfamiliar, and yet there were no plants. None at all. The sky itself, while twinkling with stars, lacked the depth her sky had -This one was fake.
It was all fake.
Content: Aisling arrives in Paixao.
Setting: The vicinity of Muspelheim
Time: Dusk
Warnings: Annoying little fairy-wolf thing ;)
Aisling blinked. A moment ago, the white wolf’s forest had been illuminated with a flash of lightning, but when the blinding light faded, Aisling found herself in front of a pair of gates unlike any she’d seen. Kell’s gates had been crafted from slain trees. These were made of gold… And the metal was pulled into flame-like points.
Though the blonde man standing at the gates looked nothing like a Viking, the gates still reminded her of the Northmen, the ones who had driven her friend away. Flames were always left in their wake, and gold was their only goal. The wolf’s green eyes widened, her ears tilting back… when she heard a crunch behind her. She spun around, only to find others behind her, all in a line. This wasn’t her forest, and she didn’t know what to think of these people.
Aisling growled at the strangers but rather than attack, she turned and fled, nearly bowling over the man guarding the gates. Aisling leaped lightly over the strange, rectangular thing he had been holding out to her as it skittered across the ground and continued running with a howl until she felt she was far enough from the others to be safe. Only then did her pace slow to a walk.
Silent as wind, her sleek, pale body slipped through the city streets like a mist. Her paws left hardly a mark on the cobblestones, and her long tail practically swept away any hint of a footprint she left. The wolf’s eyes glowed almost eerily in the dimmer spots, and as the cobbled streets passed under her, she began looking more and more from side to side, as if desperate to find something.
Aisling knew that something was horribly, horribly wrong with this place. There were creatures about, though unfamiliar, and yet there were no plants. None at all. The sky itself, while twinkling with stars, lacked the depth her sky had -This one was fake.
It was all fake.