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thesmophoric:

     ”I am walking, woods-man, and I             intend to continue walking until I             reach my destination.”            There be no way around this forest,             foul or fair as it may be. Her blade is             hidden in its walking-stick carcass,             but her ears strain for the slightest sound.             Velia manages not to jump at his shout,              but it’s a close thing.              “…The Thorn’d Fortress.”  

         "Oh," leaves  his lips  almost  immediately.            Yet  another  of  those  who are  after  the            fame  and  danger  shimmering  far  away            giving   out   free   opportunities   while  all            that  ever  awaited  there  was  death  and            gore.  "-- I have seen  many going  that way,            talked to them, warned them. None of them            came  back   while  the  fortress   keeps  on             summoning  its  preys.   And  I  assure  you,            many of them believed they could end this.”

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earmires:

             With a slight shake of her head,              as if she understood , the elf yet              wondered about one thing. ❝Who              rules in this kingdom? If I may ask.              Is there not any army to help the              fight against these creatures.❞

           The Woodsman  examines  the elf's face,            as if  considering whether  she was to be             trusted,  for speaking  of  the condition of            his   woods   which   she  had   witnessed,            herself,  was  an entirely  different matter            from discussing the state of kingdom, yet            eventually,  he spoke.  "There is a king, far            on  the east.  He's  faded  over  the years of            reign and--  his army may protect his castle            but it cannot  be strong  enough to keep the            land and people safe." He paused. "Loups            are  the  worst  to have  come  to my woods            but  they  are  not  the  only ones and  there            may be many worse beyond the trees."

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           The  sight   of   a  someone   amongst  the            trees it is that unsettles the Woodsman's            mind once more.  It is not safe for anyone            to walk these paths, not now. Be it a good            being or a bad.  The dark is  soon to come            amidst  this  place  and he   wouldn't wish            for anyone to be there when that happens.          "Hey!  You,  do you have  any reason  to be in            these parts  so late?  Pray say it so I can tell            you that it is no way as important as your life."

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{ *waves; goes to bury self deep deep under the ground* }

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           It is the state of numbness that drives the            woodsman into hiding.  This day, he is not            going  out.  This  day,  the  forest  remains            unprotected.  The only thing he is capable            of is clutching  a child's drawing on an old            piece of paper in his hand,  while his hand            is being  pressed hard  against  his mouth,            wanting to keep his watery eyes a secret.

           When there is a knock on the door, his voice            is filled with impatience, anger even.                       "Leave now! This is not the time for one of your games, Leroi!"

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{ This has been my input. }

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earmires:

            “Loups…”The sound of this strange word wakes an              image in her mind. “Wolves?” No, something worse              than that. The damage was bad enough to have              effects on the whole forest. ”Do you have someone              to help you fight against them? “

           A shake of his head is the response.  "My            axe here has proven itself worth more than            any cunning lad passing through, showing            off  the swords  and daggers  that have not            yet  faced  anything  resembling  a fight  for            one's     life."    He    pauses,    considering            whether to speak on or not. "-- And plus, I            believe that the forest is not in the greatest            danger  here.  The packs  are rallying  for a            certain   reason   that  these  woods  hardly            contain. It is the kingdom itself I fear for."

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         “To  be  quite honest,  I don't  get to  see a lot            of  strangers  around  here  lately.  And what            is  worse;   when  I  do,  they  are  not  of  the            best  kind  you'd  wish  to run  into,  trully. So            let  me   just   ask  you   right  away,   do  you            mean      any      harm?"       The Woodsman            shuffles the ax on his broad shoulder,  just            to assure that it is still there. Both, himself,            and the stranger.

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The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon, 

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maryplantagenet:

        “Perhaps you speak truth                                         … but I must make it to the village.”

        Shoulders tensed at his last question;                         why was such information necessary?

                “It matters whether I am alone or not, stranger?”

          The Woodsman frowns ever so slightly           but  nods sincerely.  There  was  a  little           hope his words might change  anything,           he knew. "--  The  Woodsman,  they  call           me, young lady,  and you should trust my           words  when  I  tell  you;  No  one should            walk these paths alone."

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narwafinda:

Even before hearing the warning, Firie had recognized the sound of a heavy weapon cutting the air at great speed and bent low. It was not uncommon for the warriors among her people to do the same, throw an axe at someone…

However, when the sound she heard made it clear the weapon had hit the ground, the girl frowned. Why would anyone throw…? Curious, she turned and her eyes went wide in shock when the plant that was hit and cut visibly twitched and spasmed. “What…?!” She was hallucinating, was she?

When the same voice who had warned spoke again, she turned around in hope to see the person it belonged to. “I have heard stories of trees moving, of forest being alive and protecting themselves… but—” She had not thought it true in a literal sense, nor did she ever imagine she would witness it. “Normal forests are not safe for me… if this place wants me out, then I should run away and out of it.” A pause, she waited. “Thank you for helping me, though.”

When he was addressed, the Woodsman stepped further from the shadows surrounding him, the gloomy light beneath the grey sky had revealed his tall figure and broad shoulders as well as the alert green eyes, as green as if they were a part of the forest itself. He examined the woman before him carefully whilst she spoke, his face marble as a single feature didn't move. Still, eventually a hint of smile found its way to do so.

"It was no trouble for me," he bowed ever so slightly, already pacing towards his ax to pick it up and clean it of dirt as well as to check on the ivy on the ground. It twisted for a couple more seconds but then it stilled, as if death itself came over the strand of green.

"And yet, I would prefer you not to speak of this place that way, for the woods are not to be faulted for what has happened," he spoke, true and honest, "They are just wary around the strangers, considering the many strange things approaching and doing wrong. The forest was not protecting itself from you, but from what is sensible on your tail. There are Loups going after you, I am afraid."

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lirielbluestar:

Líriel had certainly no idea where she was, though she was grateful to see something which looked like a settlement. Perhaps someone would be able to tell her what she needed to know. The singer approached slowly. “Greetings!” she cried.

The Woodsman examined the approaching stranger from afar before opening the door, his eyebrows furrowed and his hand still clutching the ax, although he did not seem to intend on using it again anytime soon. "And to you, she-elf," he bowed his head ever so slightly.

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Cui Fei - Read by Touch (2005-6) - Thorns on rice paper

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{ Woody feels surrounded by elves. Poor guy.. }

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maidenofnanelmoth:

Naeriel moves through the woods with the practiced ease and silence of the elves. Light on her feet, she steps carefully, her footsteps as quiet as the soft ruffles of the leaves. These woods give her a feeling of disquiet, an eeriness unfelt in another places. She catches a glimpse of the cottage through the foliage of the trees and wonders who would live deep into the heart of the forest. Part of her wishes to turn around and never come back. The other, stronger and determined, guides her feet forward.

The Woodsman glances out through the ever-living gloom of the forest. The tree close to his cottage is moving its branches ever so slightly although all the other trees stand still. The green eyes search further and there, in the shadow of said tree, there leads the path of an elf. The Woodsman opens his door a bit wider, speaking quietly, as if talking to the friend standing by his side, but his voice is carried further, for some reason. "I wonder, what is it than an elf seeks in a place like this?"

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curufinwefeanaro:

Fëanáro gave the stranger a long, piercing look, and did not speak until his eyes gleamed, half with interest, half almost with suspect. « I have heard few who would call a wood theirs; only sovereigns and makers, which makes me believe you are either a King or an Ainu. Which one, you shall tell me. —As for my mind, I did not change it. A forest does not exist only to fancy the company of its trees and the reason for my presence is far more practical: I am passing through it. »

         “What a shame for the forest, trully. For I've            heard,  no matter how hard may a man try            in  conditions  of taking  care of his  wood,            the  fair folk shall  ever do better than him."            The Woodsman  lets a  mild smile  move            his features.  "As for myself,  I am neither,            a king  or an Ainu,  my friend,  even though            there  are many  who wish  to give  me the            reign over these woods just so they could            feel  themselves  important   when  acting            against  my words.  The Woodsman, they            call me  and my ownership of the wood is            as  great  as  the wood's  ownership  over            myself."