MAEA
As the light of a pale Leafchange sun slowly faded and dyed the fog banks and clouds an ominous red, the swamp changed. One by one the chirping birds lost heart and fell silent, and with them faded the hum and rustle of larger wildlife. What followed was a sonorous choir of croaking amphibians, with biters and gnats providing a counterpoint, a high pitched whine in any ear that dared venture into the fetid marshland.
As the gilled musk-deers and gore-crows disappeared into groves and nests, other creatures emerged in their wake. The eerie and the strange, the innocuous and the down-right dangerous; with the lengthening of shadows more than one strange sight set out to haunt the Feverlands.
She, too, emerged as the sun set. Holed up in a dense thicket where the sun could not warm the air over much, Maea brushed bramble and grass from dark hooded coat as she emerged. Pushing the cover away from her head, she shook out the hair and tried to disentangle debris from the white strands, all while surveying the surroundings with sweeping glances. Nothing stirred in the immediate vicinity, far too wary of the dagger in her belt and the unnatural stillness with which she had held herself in place for hours beyond counting. Overhead though, she could make out a murder of crows by their raucous cries.
Intrigued, as they usually disappeared when darkness fell, the young woman began to make her way in their general direction, to see what they had found. She braided the hair into a long rope over the shoulder as she went, making no move to hurry; whatever it was could probably wait. Some animal stuck in the brambles, perhaps, or some wanderer gone lost by the Hanging tree. Either way it was hardly a concern of hers - she was merely curious.
As the gilled musk-deers and gore-crows disappeared into groves and nests, other creatures emerged in their wake. The eerie and the strange, the innocuous and the down-right dangerous; with the lengthening of shadows more than one strange sight set out to haunt the Feverlands.
She, too, emerged as the sun set. Holed up in a dense thicket where the sun could not warm the air over much, Maea brushed bramble and grass from dark hooded coat as she emerged. Pushing the cover away from her head, she shook out the hair and tried to disentangle debris from the white strands, all while surveying the surroundings with sweeping glances. Nothing stirred in the immediate vicinity, far too wary of the dagger in her belt and the unnatural stillness with which she had held herself in place for hours beyond counting. Overhead though, she could make out a murder of crows by their raucous cries.
Intrigued, as they usually disappeared when darkness fell, the young woman began to make her way in their general direction, to see what they had found. She braided the hair into a long rope over the shoulder as she went, making no move to hurry; whatever it was could probably wait. Some animal stuck in the brambles, perhaps, or some wanderer gone lost by the Hanging tree. Either way it was hardly a concern of hers - she was merely curious.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
