February 02, 2025, 01:52 AM
the man is a specter in the pale of the woods. it had been many days since he'd last eaten; not for lack of ability to hunt, but for lack of motivation. his life had become a torrent of... nothingness. walking. drifting, from land to land. and it was not because he did not want to eat, or because he wished for death; no... simply....
he had forgotten.
it is during his walk now through the snow-packed hollow of trees that he realizes he is hungry. perhaps he can scrounge up a small critter to tide him over until he traveled back over the mountains and into open lands. lands to be seen, but not to be claimed. he was not a man of those ambitions.
he simply existed. plying his trade for shelter, sometimes. thoughts drift when he finds himself coming upon a pool of water. a pond half-frozen over, but as he gets closer, he sees the mangled form of a woman. a woman looking worse for wear, and his aquamarine eyes flicker with some sort of pity.
some people simply couldn't survive on their own, could they?
he had forgotten.
it is during his walk now through the snow-packed hollow of trees that he realizes he is hungry. perhaps he can scrounge up a small critter to tide him over until he traveled back over the mountains and into open lands. lands to be seen, but not to be claimed. he was not a man of those ambitions.
he simply existed. plying his trade for shelter, sometimes. thoughts drift when he finds himself coming upon a pool of water. a pond half-frozen over, but as he gets closer, he sees the mangled form of a woman. a woman looking worse for wear, and his aquamarine eyes flicker with some sort of pity.
some people simply couldn't survive on their own, could they?
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RE: Kumbricia - by Ambrosius - February 02, 2025, 01:52 AM
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