Graystone713
A rock?
Chum Teeth
Into Darken wood we go.
Chum was glad that the dark man was paying for the room again. And that they let Chum have a big bottle of rum. It was half-drunk last night as a sleep aid. She'd just woken up when she came to that table, and sleeping even a few more hours was hard. They woke again before even the Dark Man, and had spent all morning carving throwing spears. Well. Not all morning. At some point in those wee hours, they'd sung in private. A concerto for one. Everyone was asleep, and they sung quietly, but it was even harder than getting shuteye. Chum didn't understand how humans got so good at 'Bottling things up'. Emotions were supposed to be bright, vivid, POWERFUL! Yet, the Humans liked to hold them in, suppress them. Funny enough, cracking open a bottle of booze helped them crack open their personal bottles. Chum knew from experience that time could do the same. Chum might've been bad at bottling everything, but at least they could keep secrets... Well, secret. Funnily enough, Chum thought they saw a smile whenever the Dark Man looked to the Lady Dark. Chum wasn't sure, but... Well. If they were right, that was a bottle worth opening.
It wasn't a long walk to the edge of the woods. And as the Dark man strode into the wood, Chum Teeth saw that they had no clue what the hell they were doing. Upright, confident stance. Oblivious look on his face. If he were alone, the Wolves would be gnawing his bones by the end of the night. Chum, on the other hand, was alert. No predator sounds, only the birds warning each other of something approaching. Undoubtedly reporting the large group of human-type things with the two legs and the walking and such. Great. The whole forest knew they were here. Chum power-walked to the front of the group, and held their mighty harpoon out in front of the Dark Man's chest for a moment, saying A few key words:
"Walk after me. I know how wilds be. You don't."
Then they put their harpoon back on their back and took a throwing spear into each hand. Chum was sure she'd spot danger before it got so close as to be speared. She wanted to throw the first spear. Yellow eyes scanned the trees. No wolves or boars or bears, just yet. Chum briefly considered calling the one spirit who might be of help, but decided against it. She knew which direction to go in. The goblin had this one.
Into Darken wood we go.
Chum was glad that the dark man was paying for the room again. And that they let Chum have a big bottle of rum. It was half-drunk last night as a sleep aid. She'd just woken up when she came to that table, and sleeping even a few more hours was hard. They woke again before even the Dark Man, and had spent all morning carving throwing spears. Well. Not all morning. At some point in those wee hours, they'd sung in private. A concerto for one. Everyone was asleep, and they sung quietly, but it was even harder than getting shuteye. Chum didn't understand how humans got so good at 'Bottling things up'. Emotions were supposed to be bright, vivid, POWERFUL! Yet, the Humans liked to hold them in, suppress them. Funny enough, cracking open a bottle of booze helped them crack open their personal bottles. Chum knew from experience that time could do the same. Chum might've been bad at bottling everything, but at least they could keep secrets... Well, secret. Funnily enough, Chum thought they saw a smile whenever the Dark Man looked to the Lady Dark. Chum wasn't sure, but... Well. If they were right, that was a bottle worth opening.
It wasn't a long walk to the edge of the woods. And as the Dark man strode into the wood, Chum Teeth saw that they had no clue what the hell they were doing. Upright, confident stance. Oblivious look on his face. If he were alone, the Wolves would be gnawing his bones by the end of the night. Chum, on the other hand, was alert. No predator sounds, only the birds warning each other of something approaching. Undoubtedly reporting the large group of human-type things with the two legs and the walking and such. Great. The whole forest knew they were here. Chum power-walked to the front of the group, and held their mighty harpoon out in front of the Dark Man's chest for a moment, saying A few key words:
"Walk after me. I know how wilds be. You don't."
Then they put their harpoon back on their back and took a throwing spear into each hand. Chum was sure she'd spot danger before it got so close as to be speared. She wanted to throw the first spear. Yellow eyes scanned the trees. No wolves or boars or bears, just yet. Chum briefly considered calling the one spirit who might be of help, but decided against it. She knew which direction to go in. The goblin had this one.