Post by Rii/Thell on Jun 7, 2012 17:03:36 GMT -6
(ooc: Again, a little novel making plot for my charries. But can you guess who? Anyways, I don't think this was as long as my other one. Oh well.)[/b] Perfectly. Good. Continue.[/i]
The Kokiri Forest was full of noise. Birds were singing sweet melodies in every tree, smaller critters chuckled and called to one another, and small bugs buzzed and beat their wings in a quick and frantic rhythm. Nothing was quiet, somehow not even the grass.
The loudest thing of all, however, was the whispers. They were soft but harsh and cutting clear through all the other sounds like a heated knife through butter. The whispers grew higher, and more joined in the deeper the figure went into the forest. The creatures throughout the forest did not seem to notice, continuing their chatter. Had they noticed, it was possible they would become silent much like the man.
He wanted to find the whispers and strangle them. For with each whisper, there was a set of eyes also peering at him. He just knew it. He tried to set them aside. He was not here to listen to them, nor did he really care if they were watching and talking of him. Well, they didn't care. He most certainly did, but expressing such desires would surely have him killed. No, he had other things to attend to. His eyes searched the trees, despite the fact that he wasn't technically here to search. He was only passing through, but it wouldnt' hurt to look while he was here, and so he did with an earie calm that he was attempting to possess on the inside. Part of him was managing with such ease that the other part simply couldn't because it was rearing a jealous green head prepared to destroy all around it. How could they be so calm? Oh, because they were not here. They were not truly here. No, he was sure that wasn't possible, but then again many things had happened since his oblivious days to assure him that impossible was steadily losing meaning in this world.
The whispers grew louder and he shook his head, wishing he could turn a deaf ear like he could a blind eye. Unfortunately, hearing was something one couldn't stop. One could only muffle it. So, he did what he could, crouching down and inspecting the dirt closely to see if it held anything of more important value to him before scooping up a chunk, pressing it into two mounds, and shoving it in his ears. He no longer cringed like he used to at doing such things, even though he was absolutely certain a worm was in one of the two mounds. He was certain of the existence of many living things nearby. Three snakes, five butterflies, thirty-eight worms, two bluejays, their four eggs wriggling with life that a part of him begged to rip out and cook. At the same time, he knew he had other things to do, things that would lead to him ripping out objects of far more value than developing bird offspring.
Focus. I apologize. I merely wonder how you have not spread here. Where we go and what we claim is none of your concern just yet. We are satisfied with what we have for the moment. Besides, this part of the forest is useless to us without her. I apologize. I had forgotten the forest is not necessary for your current power. Of course you had. You are but a spineless human. But that is only temporary. Find the girl and we can move on to the next phase and grow, as we will continue to grow until the world bows. Kneels. Falls. Yes, that will be good. I thought you were speaking of my state as a human. Silence! That comes when and if you can prove yourself and find all that we need. You are not necessary, so you better find a way to make yourself so! Do we make ourselves clear?
The man shook his head and continued, scouring for broken bushes or foot prints. Anything that could hint at her trail. He had long given up on looking for firepits. It appeared that his little scare had completely driven her away from fire. It's better that way. Agreed. The whispers grew loud enough that he heard them as an irritating buzz on the edge of his mfufled hearing. Curses. The man kept going, attempting to ignore the buzzing. He tiptoed through the bushes, spotting evidence that someone had climbed a tree, but from what he could tell the person would have had to fully use both arms to climb as far as the marks suggested, and with her scars that would prove impossible. He kept going and found evidence that someone had killed and devoured a rabbit, and that someone else had cooked eggs. Interesting. He wondered where the connection was between the three.
That was when he found the clearing. He entered, seeing footprints, and the whispers began to grow stronger at an astonishing rate, drowning out his focus and all his other senses. it was becoming beyond unbearable to listen to the senseless chatter.
"Silence!" he shouted harshly, hate dripping from the word as he temporarily began to glow red and his voice echoed through the woods. The whispers stopped, and that's when he noticed it.
Wood shavings, small and probably made from expert carving, were scattered throughout the clearing. His eyes sharpened and widened, growing darker as he looked closely. Yes, there was even shreds of green magic left behind, though invisible to those who didn't know how to look. A couple basic magic was there as well, but he didn't care. The point was that the girl had been here.
You could never totally escape me... the man thought with a sickening pride. She'll have to today.What? But I've found. I am so close. You have to__The shavings have been there a week, and the magic is a weak way to trace her at this point. Besides, that was not the original reason for coming here.But__No! You are not in control! We are! Now do as you are told. We must continue! And with that the man felt his brain grow hollow as pain raced through his body, seemingly tearing his spirit from him. After a few minutes, it ended, and he knew he could't fight them. He didn't realize how dangerous the situation now was. He didn't, but they did. She had been close, almost too close, and they had failed to realize. They could not believe they had let her slip away. No. This was no good. Things were no longer going well.
There was work to be done.[/blockquote][/size]