Asmalp Forest~An elf RP~•There's a storm coming, best ye be prepared.

*Zalayn trotted back through the forest to where she had run from. quickly she left a piece of bark there, then faded into the trees.* the bark read- "sorry i almost shot u with my bow. I mistook u for some1 else"
 
Wyllow poked a hand out of the tree she was in, her nails were long and pink. She reached down and picked the bark up and read it. A feeling of relief brushed past her as she dropped it and continued to sing a peaceful and almost haunting tune, enough to send shivers down one's spine. The birds also joined in.
 
Last edited:
Ashlyn walked to her camp, a hollowed out tree with a deer pelt for a door. Inside, it was at least 12 feet in diameter. She moved the flap out of the way and stepped in. There were two floors and a ladder that went all the way to the top of the tree. At the top of the ladder was a small platform that was her bedroom. The first floor was the kitchen, complete with an oven that connected to a ventilation system. The second floor was a work shop for building furniture and anything else she might need. She set the basket down in the kitchen and started climbing the ladder to the top of the tree. She loved the view from the top.
 
*Zaralyn sat in a tree with bow in hand, perfectly at ease, waiting for prey to wander by. Just then a rather large rabbit wandered by. She shot it with her bow, and tied it to her waist. Then she went to a spot where she had set a fire earlierr and lit it. while it gathered heat she skinne the rabbit and put it on a spit, seasoning it with wild herbs she had gathered earlier. Soon the fire was hot and she set the rabbit to cooking, still adding small branches to the fire. She buried the waste from skinning the rabbit, and pulled out her flute and began playing a haunting tune that floated through the forest*
 
cool.png
I EATETH CHESSETH!
 
Ash sat on her bed at the top of the tree and looked out over the whole forest. She jumped out of the window and climbed up to a swinging platform her father had made for her when she was small.
 
Jess sat with her knees pulled up to her chin, nearly invisible in the darkness of the shade of a low, spreading magnolia tree. She balanced her deerskin-bound notebook on her knees and looked distantly into the underbrush. Her eyes flitted around the woods, landing briefly on a patch of wildflowers. Quickly she moved on her haunches with her notebook and began a quick sketch of them.
 
Aktura looked to the sky. "It'll be here tomorrow."
"What will?"Clover asked.
"The storm. We have to get all the elves into the cave, even the loners." Aktura replied.
 

New posts New threads Active threads

Back
Top Bottom