It was a beautiful clear day foraging in the woods for Tarin,
But as Tarin wandered through the woods he became increasingly lost.
"I swear this is the path I came in on...." he muttered quietly to himself as he continued on.
He'd been in search of a particular kind of mushroom and had the fortune to find it, but not the way out. Many claimed these woods were full of playful, mischievous sprites and spirits, creating a mysterious kind of danger unlike anywhere else.
If one were to tamper with the woods, they might face magical misfortune.
Tarin was not one for believing in bewitching woods, and wandered unwittingly further into the woods
In the thicker vegetation he began to hear a a faint whispering, childlike and high pitched. Words slinked through the air, "It's you! YOU! YOUUUU who stole our shroom!"
"Bah! Must be hearing things, I've done this a thousand times before!" Marin proclaimed.
Again, words on the wind whispered "You made a deal, made a DEAAALLL! You took from use, you're deal ISSSS MADDDEEE! The woods will take from you too!"
Beyond the dark branches Tarin supposedly saw bluish green flickering in the air. Little light orbs floating in the air with what looked like attached wings. But he shrugged it off for exhaustion; foraging for a day was no easy task.
"I'll be home in no time with my usual bounty, all in a day's work!"
He strode further into the woods. As he sat on a stump to rest he heard childish laughing and saw more of the blue green orbs hanging in the air.
"I'll just gather myself here with a tiny nap then be on my way" He yawned and made as comfortable as he could.
Tiny voices exclaimed "Yes! YES! You would take from us and we will take of you! The woods can always use more creatures."
The same blue-green light enveloped Tarin as he slept, and where once was Tarin now rested a curled up racoon encircling its prize of the day, a rare mushroom that belonged to the woods as now did the racoon.
Tediore_Broosevelt t1_iy68jh9 wrote
Reply to [WP] "Make a deal with the devil before you make a deal with the fae. The devil may take your soul, but that will be all. The fae will make you forget your name, your family, your life. It watch as you descend into madness, all for a laugh..." by ULTRAPUNK18
It was a beautiful clear day foraging in the woods for Tarin,
But as Tarin wandered through the woods he became increasingly lost.
"I swear this is the path I came in on...." he muttered quietly to himself as he continued on.
He'd been in search of a particular kind of mushroom and had the fortune to find it, but not the way out. Many claimed these woods were full of playful, mischievous sprites and spirits, creating a mysterious kind of danger unlike anywhere else.
If one were to tamper with the woods, they might face magical misfortune.
Tarin was not one for believing in bewitching woods, and wandered unwittingly further into the woods
In the thicker vegetation he began to hear a a faint whispering, childlike and high pitched. Words slinked through the air, "It's you! YOU! YOUUUU who stole our shroom!"
"Bah! Must be hearing things, I've done this a thousand times before!" Marin proclaimed.
Again, words on the wind whispered "You made a deal, made a DEAAALLL! You took from use, you're deal ISSSS MADDDEEE! The woods will take from you too!"
Beyond the dark branches Tarin supposedly saw bluish green flickering in the air. Little light orbs floating in the air with what looked like attached wings. But he shrugged it off for exhaustion; foraging for a day was no easy task.
"I'll be home in no time with my usual bounty, all in a day's work!"
He strode further into the woods. As he sat on a stump to rest he heard childish laughing and saw more of the blue green orbs hanging in the air.
"I'll just gather myself here with a tiny nap then be on my way" He yawned and made as comfortable as he could.
Tiny voices exclaimed "Yes! YES! You would take from us and we will take of you! The woods can always use more creatures."
The same blue-green light enveloped Tarin as he slept, and where once was Tarin now rested a curled up racoon encircling its prize of the day, a rare mushroom that belonged to the woods as now did the racoon.