Post by Opti on Feb 12, 2010 14:29:45 GMT -5
...Fear not the songs of magic,
But the broken cries of beasts...
Thin, saddened branches dangle down from a thick canopy, their leaves obscuring the sky. Sunlight still leaks through the veiny plant life in a mystical display that brings to mind a thousand green crystals in the wake of a ray of light. Calls of the surrounding birds echo in the wind, creating words in languages unknown. It's not dark and foreboding here by any means, but something just doesn't feel natural.
In fact, there's a feeling of magic in the air.
While not a highly populated area, this region of the forest is far from abandoned. Most of the population is made up of black Kitsune - reds are somewhat uncommon, and humans rarely enter the area - it would seem some have come up with silly legends about the area, and this both spawned curiosity and fear. Or are they simply 'silly legends'?
...And in knowing they worked hand in hand,
The songs grew fainter still -
Melding one by one with shapes
As broken as the sky...