𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎...
Forests are secretive. In each tree is strands of the past, wallowing and rotting away. (Y/n) steadied his breath, his tail wrapping around his leg so the leaves under him wouldn't crack. Sweat beads dripped off his face onto his cloths. He could hear the quick steps of the Hunters Division. No matter what he did, humans just....couldn't understand.
(Y/n) elongated elven ears twitched, moving in the direction of loud noises. His body tracking the footsteps that the humans made through the forest. Humans were persistent in this day and time, so It might take a while to get them off his tail. Literally and figuratively.
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Yᴏᴜʀ Pᴏᴠ - Fʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋ...
I could feel the freezing stone tile under my feet. The seat under my ass worn slightly from use time after time. It had carvings of dragons and different mythical creatures on, as did all the other seats around the table.
The table was round with a dome like inner circle. It was made of a 'Zairyo' class item. Zairyo meaning specifically Material by itself or processed. The table was sleek with a soft finish. Its color was dark green which I later learned was a metal called 'Maraulon'. According to the towns people this metal wasn't natural, it was compressed of iron and emerald extract.
I crossed my legs, it was too quiet in this room. The room was a dim gray lit by the occasional candle, ever sense I came to this world it seemed like they were stuck in the dark ages, barely on their way to industrial.
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General Fiction─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚑 (ˈ𝚑ɪə𝚛𝚊ɪθ) 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗. 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ The Hiraeth Y/n felt wasn't a dream or a soft let down from reality. The wor...
