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Ah...
It feels like, somehow, a long time has passed. Time stretched out indefinitely as I watched the small khal mushroom eater dragged away toward the bower tree. I follow, but unaccountably, I find myself drawn to pause a few elongated in that eternal space between then and now, to reflect briefly on my adventures. It feels fitting, in that strange span of time, that I should go over the decisions that let me here, and perhaps reassess my options.
I woke, not too long ago, in a dark crypt, with few memories of my past, and only the vaguest sense of what I was. I escaped that crypt, and gradually, over time, began to regain my powers lost in the many years I lay withering in a dank, dark cave. During that time, I discovered a village, and met a young khal, whom I rescued from savage beasts, before turning them loose to return to his brethren.
I began the creation of my grove, and unlocked my floral and arboreal aspects, finding many flowers to attune myself to, along with gaining a lay of the forest around me. Earlier this evening, I made the choice to travel to the large bower tree in this forest, and along the way, discovered the mushroom eater khal. They were attacked while I watched them, and now, they are dragged away into the forest, towards the very bower tree I seek. Something has impaled their torso, and while I cannot much make it out, I can see a blur moving along, nearly as large as I, but longer rather than taller. I think it may not be bipedal, whatever it is. It makes no secret of where it goes, leaving a trail of bright, shining blood along the grass behind it.
There has been some debate about whether to try rescuing the potentially doomed khal, or to simply follow and gain a better understanding about this threat. The time comes again to choose, unless there is a better option.
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