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  &.        you should come back ):

@princessloss ,
          
             the young man's expression wavered, instinct pulling his walking stick protectively closer to himself as he heard the steps receding.  "i'm sorry,"  he said in an exhalation of breath,  his head shaking slow.  "i did not mean to frighten you. i am not accustomed to ... others straying this far into the wilds. it's been a time since i've spoken to anyone but the trees." his own steps were taken back, as if he could vanish back into forest without ever having uttered a word. 'if you follow upstream a ways there is an old oak the storm felled. there should be enough there to use as firewood." 

@princessloss ,  
          
          'nor i you..'  
          
              there is a melody to his words, spoken like the caress of a soft summer breeze. walking stick in hand, he steps from the grove of trees. cloak draped about his shoulders and wild hair catching the dying light like flames he seems almost more forest spirit than man. he stops there, head cocked as he seems to regard the other with innocent amusement.  'i should be asking you that same question. after all it is my woods you stand in.'      

*      i love ur account ! u should join the group :3

  come  a  little  closer,      i  won’t  bite.     not  unless  you  asked —-  but,   i merely  jest.       

     i can sense..  your agitation.        does this frighten you?

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;  ughhhhhhhhhhh 

" hold out your hands, I want to give you something. " the gentle voice broke through the silence. managing a way through the crackling fire and the distant calls of owls. 

    i wouldn’t put it past you to know of such darkness. the dead are..     different from the living.