madlyhazel
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The oaks that had once been grand and full of life, giving shelter to the various creatures of the forest, now stood as shells of their former selves. Their gnarled branches drooped as grey park peeled off of the in layers, collapsing into the ground in a pile of ash. Even the very grass that made up the base of the trees had turned yellow and crinkled under the barest step. In a matter of moments, these grand beings had been reduced to rubble, and Idise was left to pick up the pieces. As her palm trailed across one of the massive trunks, it came away smeared with charcoal, staining the tanned pad black. She grimaced, wiping away the residue on her leather pants. She may have been a naive denizen of her grove, but that didn't mean she was unaware of what might have caused such damage.
She'd only seen such magic a few times, but stories of it spread quickly when it did occur. Blight was a terrible magic that destroyed the very essence of life itself, taking away the force and converting it to something dark and evil. Her herd had told stories of terrible tyrants using it for themselves, killing the world around them so they could reform it to their own desires. Such forces were detrimental to forests, which survived solely off the life that they brimmed with. As such, seeing blight attacking her own trees filled Idise with a boiling rage. How dare any creature dare think of destroying the very place she called home! Whatever it was had slaughtered the bodies on the ground as well.
The earth mephits looked like mounds of dirt, but upon closer look, crumpled wings and long noses extended from their bodies. The decay that affected the trees clung to their thick bodies as well, winding up their arms and legs like terrible snakes and rotting away their flesh. Skin flaked off as she watched, staining the dead grass below a sickly gray. Idise felt her throat clench with nausea at the sight, and she quickly turned away to observe the rest of her surroundings. Anything else she could glean would likely prove to be very useful.
She knelt down on the ground, sniffing the air and trying to pick out scents beyond the general stench of death and rot. As a faun, her animalistic senses were heightened, and oftentimes she could smell the distinct scents of foreigners roaming through her grove. Usually, she didn't have to use such tracking skills, but there was no way she was about to let this assailant go. As a strange smell came to her senses, stinking of something crisp. It was the smell of snow, but the warm summer's day told her there was no reason for her to be smelling such a thing. Regardless, it was worth investigating, and in a matter of moments she was setting off after the scent, her eyes peeled for further tracks that might lead her to her prey.
AznPersuazn
She'd only seen such magic a few times, but stories of it spread quickly when it did occur. Blight was a terrible magic that destroyed the very essence of life itself, taking away the force and converting it to something dark and evil. Her herd had told stories of terrible tyrants using it for themselves, killing the world around them so they could reform it to their own desires. Such forces were detrimental to forests, which survived solely off the life that they brimmed with. As such, seeing blight attacking her own trees filled Idise with a boiling rage. How dare any creature dare think of destroying the very place she called home! Whatever it was had slaughtered the bodies on the ground as well.
The earth mephits looked like mounds of dirt, but upon closer look, crumpled wings and long noses extended from their bodies. The decay that affected the trees clung to their thick bodies as well, winding up their arms and legs like terrible snakes and rotting away their flesh. Skin flaked off as she watched, staining the dead grass below a sickly gray. Idise felt her throat clench with nausea at the sight, and she quickly turned away to observe the rest of her surroundings. Anything else she could glean would likely prove to be very useful.
She knelt down on the ground, sniffing the air and trying to pick out scents beyond the general stench of death and rot. As a faun, her animalistic senses were heightened, and oftentimes she could smell the distinct scents of foreigners roaming through her grove. Usually, she didn't have to use such tracking skills, but there was no way she was about to let this assailant go. As a strange smell came to her senses, stinking of something crisp. It was the smell of snow, but the warm summer's day told her there was no reason for her to be smelling such a thing. Regardless, it was worth investigating, and in a matter of moments she was setting off after the scent, her eyes peeled for further tracks that might lead her to her prey.
AznPersuazn