The Tent in the Woods

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The Tent in the Woods Aug 3, 2014 0:29:46 GMT -5

Post by ranlou on Aug 3, 2014 0:29:46 GMT -5

Acetifies, or Ace, woke up from her make-shift bed that had been her home for the past few weeks. In the middle of the forest between the Abandoned Gypsy Camp and the old quaint town of Neovia, Ace had taken her pink bed sheets from home and hung them around tree branches to give her some shelter in the woods. Her bed was composed of 3 towels wadded up with a pillow from her bed a home to rest her head on. She had a little camp fire she made a few feet away from her "tent", which she only burned at night. She had a stock of food from home, which she kept in her bag she brought with her. She was however, unfortunately running out of this supply.

When she did finally sit up and stretch, she saw that her sheets were starting to fold sink between the branches. Sighing to herself, she got up, still in the one set of clothes she had, and got outside of her "tent". Ace circled the fort she had made and pulled the edges of it taunt again, and held down each side with their respective heavy rocks.

She got back into her little home and ran her hand through her bag, and eventually pulled out a granola bar, deciding that it was a decent enough breakfast, and maybe a lunch too, she was really running low on food...

While munching on her brunch, leaves rustled outside of her camp.

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The Tent in the Woods Nov 19, 2014 16:31:39 GMT -5

Post by galacticcrow on Nov 19, 2014 16:31:39 GMT -5

Perched behind a carefully and painstakingly crafted hedge, a young, deformed youth sat - observing his prey for the umpteenth time that evening.

'Just a little more to the left...' sticking his tongue out in concentration, his amber eyes flashed as the unsuspecting Neovian bent forward to pick up the fallen Neopoint glinting in the dim light of dusk as the fog of night descended upon them.

Grinning wolfishly as his target fell for the trap, the youth crowed in delight, betraying his position amongst the groomed greenery.

'Gotcha!' And with that cry, he lunged forward, startling the elderly Krawk as a blur of green zipped passed him, cackling as he raced down the unevenly paved roads.

Flabbergasted, the old Neovian glanced down at his waistcoat pocket, where his hefty bag of coins had been laying just mere moments before.

A moment of silence passed - and then his cry of outrage sprung forth as he shrieked after the thief, falling over his own feet in his attempt to reclaim his lost property.

Laughing maniacally as he ducked into a narrow alley, Coony tossed the bag in the air, the sound of clinking coins lulling him into further enthusiasm.

"Heh," scoffed Coony, "Should'a known betta than to fall fo' that ol' trick, mistah!"

Smirking as he looked around in careful examination for any followers or better yet - the incredibly lax police force - the small boy sauntered towards the back of the narrow passageway he occupied, dreaming of the multitude of possibilities his latest scavenge could provide for him and Miss Witch.

"She'll oughta be crowin' with laughter when I tell her about ol' McGregory!" said Coony as he crawled beneath the weakened fence line, breathing in the cool night air as he began striding towards the woods that had offered him and his mistress sanctuary for so long.

"She's been wantin' and hopin' ta get back at 'im after he damaged her product last time," he mused to no one in particular, for at this time of day no one dared venture out into the dark unknown of the trees shading the town around them.

"Fact is, she wanted to get even with 'im herself, but I wouldn't let 'er!" continuing on his personal muttering as he walked over mossy, maggot ridden logs and avoided hissing Slorgclops', the mutated Ixi failed to realize that he had taken the rightmost path into the woods - the complete opposite of his intended destination and a common mistake for those who had short attention spans.

"Too important! Don't wanna git her hurt, since she’s the only one that could help me an’ all...." trailing off the last thought as he absentmindedly toyed with the bag of coins, Coony glanced around the area he found himself in.

"Well shit..." muttered Coony, sighing in exasperation as his fluffed green hair flopped on his forehead, "Took the wrong route. Damn!" Frustrated, he kicked the few stray leaves around him in the empty clearing, setting off a chain of reactions that disturbed the undergrowth beneath him.

Above his head, a Crokabek began to sing it’s song as the moonlight danced on the horrifically silent woods around him. Slowing his breathing and feeling a cold chill go down his back, Coony stepped back and carefully pocketed his latest loot, turning his head from left to right as he looked for any signs of disturbances.

‘It’s too quiet,’ he thought, feeling his heart

began to thump painfully in his chest as a slithering sound on his left was picked up from his hypersensitive ears.

“Who’s there?” he called out, withdrawing the short, rusty fork from within the folds of his shirt.

Last Edit: Nov 19, 2014 16:32:51 GMT -5 by galacticcrow

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The Tent in the Woods May 25, 2015 22:39:45 GMT -5

Post by ranlou on May 25, 2015 22:39:45 GMT -5

A shadowed figure stood hidden in the foliage of the wood and overcast of branches.

It heard the disfigured and green ixi call out in confusion and waited. He glanced at the tree next to him and rubbed his antler against it, causing a horrific scratching nose, as well as a pleasurable shock down his spine.

As he waited to gage the ixi's reaction, he glanced behind him toward the makeshift camp that resided in his small area he secretly claimed his own. As a new spirit it was hard to claim area, however he had yet to run into any intelligent being so far to challenge his small wooded area. He wasn't too ambitious in his claim, just the short area off the edge of neovia just before a clearing which entailed a small urethral apple tree.

Although, the makeshift camp is a relatively new development in his abode. Technically it had been there for a few weeks, however he has the suspicion that the resident had been camping longer in other places and had just moved into his residence. He had yet to make his presence known, however, just taken to watching things from afar. Which was always more his forte.

He was never a spirit to communicate with others, more in that he preferred to remain in the shadows and cause havoc remotely. He had yet to be found by anyone, and preferred to keep it that way. He hated the Neovians and fellow spirits equally in there abundant ignorance and lack of common sense. He did however have a soft spot for children, in that their ignorance was more naivety, and their lack of common sense filled with a yearning for knowledge.

His eyes flickered back to the ixi again, taking in its haggard appearance and oversized clothing. The spirit frowned, rubbing its feathered hand on the tree thoughtfully. He glanced at the poor vibrant colored cyclops behind him again, viewing her thin physique and dirty complexion.

He sighed in resignation.... deciding to respond again to the ixi's call with a subtle tapping of the tree to his right with his antler.