By
Abaddon_
on Jun 24, 2015
at 7:20 PM
(Remember the wall of Berlin? It came back! In the form of text!) The forest rises from a green valley, the climate and upcoming fall darken the landscape, becoming a hunter green with tones of olive. The wind strokes the place making fresh leaves fly making flowing figures in the air, all to end covering the mud that spreads between the trees. Inside the seemingly infinite spread of the woods there's an oasis of emptiness, a circle without trees except for an old weeping willow whose hanging leaves and branches swing to the sound of the harrowing whistle of the wind. Next to the tree leans a stone tower, its bricks being rugged blocks of perfectly cut stone that has been corrupted and withered by the spread of moss and constant eolic erosion. The rooftop lies in the ground as a pile of rocks, being the top of the tower a crumbled mess. Inside there is a makeshift bed made of an old sack full of leaves and an expensive blanket full of cuts, an open chest besides it and a lit torch show that it is occupied. The man in question is resting on the new rooftop, gazing at the valley through the space between trees. He wears ragged clothes under an old leather armor with more cuts than any self-loathing adolescent. His face is covered by a mask made of bone of an humanoid creature reminicient of a cat , mimicking the color of his hair, which wavers along the wind as a snow white flow as long as his forearm. He stands there with a bow on his back, longing.
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