12-17-2020, 09:42 AM
Long lost words whisper slowly to me.
I still can't find what keeps me here.
I still can't find what keeps me here.
MAYE
TANGLEWOOD
TANGLER
Tender and quiet were the sounds of paws walking outside the town, ignoring the whispers and interested gazes by other tanglers. Frost dusted the ground as she inspected the trees and soils, making sure she could safely make a sanctuary there. Finding a quiet spot at the trees behind the town, she anchored herself down and began to expend her energy.
It was a slow start, vines slowly anchoring into trees and ground, making several open areas for others to retreat to, creating several bushels of colorful flowers, the occasional grapevine that would become fruitful during the warmer months, the gentle scent and appearance of lavender. She had just begun before the world seemed to spin before her.
She tried to steady herself, but already tired paws gave in and she fell with a soft grunt. Eyes drifted to the starting sanctuary, noting it's small size. 10 foot radius, but big enough to let her have space for a bed and maybe a dye-making area if she was willing.
Blackish purple blood dripped from her nose, falling to the ground where a small purple flower sprouted. Maye decided to stay there, eyes wide open as always, though now seeming to start to close.
"Speech"
It was a slow start, vines slowly anchoring into trees and ground, making several open areas for others to retreat to, creating several bushels of colorful flowers, the occasional grapevine that would become fruitful during the warmer months, the gentle scent and appearance of lavender. She had just begun before the world seemed to spin before her.
She tried to steady herself, but already tired paws gave in and she fell with a soft grunt. Eyes drifted to the starting sanctuary, noting it's small size. 10 foot radius, but big enough to let her have space for a bed and maybe a dye-making area if she was willing.
Blackish purple blood dripped from her nose, falling to the ground where a small purple flower sprouted. Maye decided to stay there, eyes wide open as always, though now seeming to start to close.
"Speech"
When all this time I've been so hollow, inside.
I know you're still there.
I know you're still there.
— Reggan
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗