Leaves fell, briefly held aloft by a passing wind. From the boughs of the tree the girl watched, patiently awaiting her target. Noises from above, was it him? She dared not move, lest she be seen. A bird rustled in the branches above her, then screeched its intent. “You always pick a tree.” She jumped…… Continue reading Waoku
Haunt moved through the forest silently, as she was taught. Her red shirt was too thin for the weather and her fingertips felt frozen. She’d tied her hair back earlier with a small band, but it’d come loose and now it was splayed out before her eyes like cobwebs. One eye to the sky she…… Continue reading The Fox of the Wilds
A brief diary entry from an Aquinian soldier in regards to the Wilds.