[ Open rp, anyone can join since Vander doesn't have relationships with
anyone and I'm still new, so I've not go any rp partners. QAQ So here I am, have at me! ]
Fleeing from his warm, safe and by all means quaint little home to this
uncertain and abnormally foreboding forest Vander found himself in a little
over his head. Running away might have been a bit of an over reaction to
what had happened and he was starting to seriously question his line of
thinking! Hands clutched at the sides of his jacket and fingers white with
force up to the first knuckle as he kept it pulled tightly around his shoulders
though the only slightly off white color spoiled only by a very slight touch of
brown tan kept him starkly visible in the golden and otherwise lush brush.
Any other time he would have ventured here on his own it might have been a
trip full of curiosity and excitement and now here he was full of fear and
scared half to death and of himself no less! There was something inside him,
and by the way everyone acted it was something dark. What ever it was he
had no idea why it was here or what it wanted, let alone if it was anything but
evil, or if it was sentient at all! Sure it took residence in his mind, but he
knew little of what that meant or could mean. What he did know however was
that he could be dangerous to his family and friends without ever meaning to
and so he waited until his now single mother had fallen asleep and managed
to sneak out with a simple and ill prepared travel kit.
Over his shoulders were straps to a makeshift bag as he dare not take one of
the good ones lest his mother need it and find it missing. Instead he had
looped a few scraps of thread between some rags he had found and stuffed it
full of food that he assumed would keep. Cheese, bread, and some dried
meats along with a single change of clothing. That would surely be enough,
or at least that's what he thought when preparing it. Vander had almost made
the horrible life threatening mistake of leaving behind his small knife, but had
the good mind to bring that when he left.
By no means was he ill educated or unschooled, but he had never been
trained or taught how to survive in the wild yet here he was, without a single
notion of how to make it, though he was determined to at least try and make
this work. He hadn't been gone even a single night and the sun was only just
starting to light the sky with only scant shafts of it making it through the
trees at all.
/ I should camp by water, so I don't have to find it every day. /
A single thought breaking the loop of worry, anxiety and stress that had
washed over him since passing into the treeline like some great threshold of
the mind. Of course it wouldn't be the last but it was surely one of the more
notable and best that crossed him thus far. Looking up with another deep
breath in and out he tried to calm himself a moment. Sadly it didn't work.
Looking back down at where his feet met the ground he continued on looking
for shelter for the foreseeable future.
While the idea of caves scared him, he didn't have to worry about it dying
and rotting since he didn't know how to treat wood to make a home that
would last for any real length of time so wood was out too. That only honestly
left stone, unless maybe there was an option he could come up with using
mud? He had read some books about it being workable with grasses used in
it, clay of course, but it hadn't been practiced in... well it was in a text book
so it had been a while.
What had he gotten himself into? Quietly damning this thing that shared
his body he kept going, pushing until he could see the bank from in the trees
though he never left the protective cover of the arching branches stretching
skyward with some unknown desire to go up, up far higher than they were
already. They lived to praise the sun, and what a life that must be.
It wasn't long before Vander found himself standing there with his face turned
skyward under the leaves far above and with closed eyes pretending to be
one of the trees around him living in such a way that he admired with no
noticeable fear or pain and for a long time with no strife or sorrow.
Oh what he would do to have a life like that.
anyone and I'm still new, so I've not go any rp partners. QAQ So here I am, have at me! ]
Fleeing from his warm, safe and by all means quaint little home to this
uncertain and abnormally foreboding forest Vander found himself in a little
over his head. Running away might have been a bit of an over reaction to
what had happened and he was starting to seriously question his line of
thinking! Hands clutched at the sides of his jacket and fingers white with
force up to the first knuckle as he kept it pulled tightly around his shoulders
though the only slightly off white color spoiled only by a very slight touch of
brown tan kept him starkly visible in the golden and otherwise lush brush.
Any other time he would have ventured here on his own it might have been a
trip full of curiosity and excitement and now here he was full of fear and
scared half to death and of himself no less! There was something inside him,
and by the way everyone acted it was something dark. What ever it was he
had no idea why it was here or what it wanted, let alone if it was anything but
evil, or if it was sentient at all! Sure it took residence in his mind, but he
knew little of what that meant or could mean. What he did know however was
that he could be dangerous to his family and friends without ever meaning to
and so he waited until his now single mother had fallen asleep and managed
to sneak out with a simple and ill prepared travel kit.
Over his shoulders were straps to a makeshift bag as he dare not take one of
the good ones lest his mother need it and find it missing. Instead he had
looped a few scraps of thread between some rags he had found and stuffed it
full of food that he assumed would keep. Cheese, bread, and some dried
meats along with a single change of clothing. That would surely be enough,
or at least that's what he thought when preparing it. Vander had almost made
the horrible life threatening mistake of leaving behind his small knife, but had
the good mind to bring that when he left.
By no means was he ill educated or unschooled, but he had never been
trained or taught how to survive in the wild yet here he was, without a single
notion of how to make it, though he was determined to at least try and make
this work. He hadn't been gone even a single night and the sun was only just
starting to light the sky with only scant shafts of it making it through the
trees at all.
/ I should camp by water, so I don't have to find it every day. /
A single thought breaking the loop of worry, anxiety and stress that had
washed over him since passing into the treeline like some great threshold of
the mind. Of course it wouldn't be the last but it was surely one of the more
notable and best that crossed him thus far. Looking up with another deep
breath in and out he tried to calm himself a moment. Sadly it didn't work.
Looking back down at where his feet met the ground he continued on looking
for shelter for the foreseeable future.
While the idea of caves scared him, he didn't have to worry about it dying
and rotting since he didn't know how to treat wood to make a home that
would last for any real length of time so wood was out too. That only honestly
left stone, unless maybe there was an option he could come up with using
mud? He had read some books about it being workable with grasses used in
it, clay of course, but it hadn't been practiced in... well it was in a text book
so it had been a while.
What had he gotten himself into? Quietly damning this thing that shared
his body he kept going, pushing until he could see the bank from in the trees
though he never left the protective cover of the arching branches stretching
skyward with some unknown desire to go up, up far higher than they were
already. They lived to praise the sun, and what a life that must be.
It wasn't long before Vander found himself standing there with his face turned
skyward under the leaves far above and with closed eyes pretending to be
one of the trees around him living in such a way that he admired with no
noticeable fear or pain and for a long time with no strife or sorrow.
Oh what he would do to have a life like that.
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