09-03-2018, 10:38 AM
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[color=white] the night before had included way too much drinking on the witchling's part, his head pounding as the toxins circulated through his body, seeking escape. he had come to the forest for some reason, to gather herbs or some other purpose. Now that it had back fired, he was a little lost, sitting in a clearing in the forest that woke slowly around him.
holding his head in his hands he made quiet utterances, soft complaints as the birds began to sing and a chill set deep into his bones as the morning dew lifted from the grass and trees. shivering he looked down at himself, frowning at the soaked clothes hanging off his body, and the particularly green prosthetic leg he had made for himself, flowers and blooms covering the entirety of what was visible and pushing from under his shorts. yeah, last night was a hell of an event.
sighing he rubbed at his face, sucking in a breath as he rolled himself to his knees and pushed towards the sky painted in a myriad of color and life. the redwoods towered far above his head, the dirt underneath him decidedly cold as he curled his bare toes. why again had he come out to the forest? he had no memory. today felt as if he was seeing it through two different sets of eyes, certain parts of the day looking familiar and others, a stranger more ... foggy detail. he chalked it up to his being incredibly and stupendously drunk the night before and suffering through this killer hangover.
[member=208]Ivy[/member] (San Creado,,,, sorry If I got the wrong nymph pff)
[color=white] the night before had included way too much drinking on the witchling's part, his head pounding as the toxins circulated through his body, seeking escape. he had come to the forest for some reason, to gather herbs or some other purpose. Now that it had back fired, he was a little lost, sitting in a clearing in the forest that woke slowly around him.
holding his head in his hands he made quiet utterances, soft complaints as the birds began to sing and a chill set deep into his bones as the morning dew lifted from the grass and trees. shivering he looked down at himself, frowning at the soaked clothes hanging off his body, and the particularly green prosthetic leg he had made for himself, flowers and blooms covering the entirety of what was visible and pushing from under his shorts. yeah, last night was a hell of an event.
sighing he rubbed at his face, sucking in a breath as he rolled himself to his knees and pushed towards the sky painted in a myriad of color and life. the redwoods towered far above his head, the dirt underneath him decidedly cold as he curled his bare toes. why again had he come out to the forest? he had no memory. today felt as if he was seeing it through two different sets of eyes, certain parts of the day looking familiar and others, a stranger more ... foggy detail. he chalked it up to his being incredibly and stupendously drunk the night before and suffering through this killer hangover.
[member=208]Ivy[/member] (San Creado,,,, sorry If I got the wrong nymph pff)