Aɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴍɪsʜᴀᴘ ʜᴀs ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀᴇᴅ.
❝ Oh dear. Looks like even with thorough prep, your hero wasn't thorough enough.
They've forgotten something they need to make camp tonight.
How do they make do or improvise? ❞
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[ this prompt includes aelius ]
The unsettling pricking of his fur set Aelius off in a terrified fit as he realized the path he was following wouldn't be coming to an end any time soon . . .
The trees seemed to stretch on and on while the sparse light seeping from the tangle of branches enclosed above him was rapidly growing darker. The singing which had accompanied him the entirety of the time he had been traveling had faded away completely although it had grown louder earlier, it was gone now. Now, the birds were no longer chirping and the rustling of the undergrowth took its place. The sensation of searing eyes upon the back of his head made Aelius flinch at the slightest of sounds. The woods which had been alive only a few hours ago had suddenly grown eerily quiet.
Then all of a sudden, the warm summer air seemed to be enveloped by a wave of encroaching darkness as shadows passed above him, low wails and piercing screeches only as loud as a whisper, the moon and stars were blocked not only by the branches, but wicked silhouettes as well . . .
Cold. All Aelius felt was a furious feeling of cold.
He reached quickly for his cloak as he wrapped it tighter around his shaking frame. But, the more he pulled it around him, the colder the world seemed to feel. It was becoming worse as more and more shadows appeared from farther along the path, swiftly making good time toward Aelius. Then, when Aelius felt he would freeze right there on the road where no one would find him, the prickling leaves and a course roughness furled around him. In a moment, he was suddenly suspended in the air, hanging from the clutch of a tree, its branch secured safely around him as he witnessed the shadows below him scouring for any of his remains in awe and terrifying confusion. Amidst all this, the singing which had ceased before had returned in a clear and high song and the shadows with their slitted, glowering screeched as their ears flattened and dashed away into the night.
The singing stopped as abruptly as it had begun and a strangely calm voice echoed beside Aelius as he soon came to realize that it was the tree speaking―the one who had saved him.
“You! You do not have anything for shelter. Come, sleep inside my trunk. It is hollow.” And in one sweeping gesture, a wave of leaves, and the coiled bark was suddenly enclosing Aelius in a warm shelter. A tree haven in which Aelius would spend the night away from the shades and shadows of the night.
❝ Oh dear. Looks like even with thorough prep, your hero wasn't thorough enough.
They've forgotten something they need to make camp tonight.
How do they make do or improvise? ❞
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[ this prompt includes aelius ]
The unsettling pricking of his fur set Aelius off in a terrified fit as he realized the path he was following wouldn't be coming to an end any time soon . . .
The trees seemed to stretch on and on while the sparse light seeping from the tangle of branches enclosed above him was rapidly growing darker. The singing which had accompanied him the entirety of the time he had been traveling had faded away completely although it had grown louder earlier, it was gone now. Now, the birds were no longer chirping and the rustling of the undergrowth took its place. The sensation of searing eyes upon the back of his head made Aelius flinch at the slightest of sounds. The woods which had been alive only a few hours ago had suddenly grown eerily quiet.
Then all of a sudden, the warm summer air seemed to be enveloped by a wave of encroaching darkness as shadows passed above him, low wails and piercing screeches only as loud as a whisper, the moon and stars were blocked not only by the branches, but wicked silhouettes as well . . .
Cold. All Aelius felt was a furious feeling of cold.
He reached quickly for his cloak as he wrapped it tighter around his shaking frame. But, the more he pulled it around him, the colder the world seemed to feel. It was becoming worse as more and more shadows appeared from farther along the path, swiftly making good time toward Aelius. Then, when Aelius felt he would freeze right there on the road where no one would find him, the prickling leaves and a course roughness furled around him. In a moment, he was suddenly suspended in the air, hanging from the clutch of a tree, its branch secured safely around him as he witnessed the shadows below him scouring for any of his remains in awe and terrifying confusion. Amidst all this, the singing which had ceased before had returned in a clear and high song and the shadows with their slitted, glowering screeched as their ears flattened and dashed away into the night.
The singing stopped as abruptly as it had begun and a strangely calm voice echoed beside Aelius as he soon came to realize that it was the tree speaking―the one who had saved him.
“You! You do not have anything for shelter. Come, sleep inside my trunk. It is hollow.” And in one sweeping gesture, a wave of leaves, and the coiled bark was suddenly enclosing Aelius in a warm shelter. A tree haven in which Aelius would spend the night away from the shades and shadows of the night.
