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First attempt at a non macro-micro story that was part of a trade with the wonderful 
LalinOwl. It was a pleasure to work with them.
Plot:
Fuelled by ambition and his male brovado, Tylus seeks the thrills and to explore a forest forbidden by other travellers was the perfect way to test it. A simple adventure with an unexpected twist.
A Fantastical Forest
SNAP!
The tree branch cracked under the boot tread, giving way to the footwears unyielding force as it planted onto the soft grass. A brown leather hiking boot rested on the ground, digging into the rich soil beneath just near a tiny stream. Past the rim was a pair of black spotted and golden brown fur concealed in a set of loose grey trousers with a silver buckled belt. Above the waist, a grey buttoned shirt with the top two buttons undone to shed light on the spotted toned pelt. His visage was a black furred maw and the rest was coffee-brown.
Two yellow eyes looked down to a raised piece of brittle paper. The stained paper crackled as those fingers slid across its edges before it was unravelled to reveal the pencil-sketch map. Faint outlines of trees and a parallel stream was the only clue that foreshadowed the hyena’ journey. Yet, the acclaimed entrance was replaced with a dense wall of vegetation. An obstacle of over-sized leaves and vines that dangled to greet the water below.
Tylus’ lemon coloured eyes were locked onto the enlarged vines, whilst he reached down to grab a small machete. The hyena’s fingers wrapped around the handle, concealing it with a barrier of flesh, bone and sinew.
“The Exantia Forest, at last-” Tylus smirked as he wiped his brow, flicking away the sweat down to the grass.
“The so-called forbidden woods. HA! The stuff of fairytales,” the hyena chuckled.
After sliding the rolled up paper into his back pocket, the hyena lifted his boot off the ground to greet the tread-deep icy water and made pace. Throwing those legs through the cold torrent, he concentrated on the plants ahead with a lick of his lip. Uncaring for the river seeping into his boots, Tylus kept pace. Driven by determination and fuelled by towering ambition, the hyena carved through the stream.
With a thump, his drenched boot landed a few feet from the green barrier, whilst the raised blade tip pointed to the vines. Applying pressure on the back foot, Tylus rotated his shoulders and swung the blade back in a whoosh. The hyena eyes concentrated onto the shrubbery ahead before swinging it forward.
It carved through the dense vines, whacking loose branches aside as it made room for itself. A rainfall of loose leaves were cast onto the floor, divorced from their branches above. Moving the blade aside, Tylus peaked inside between the broken branches to the winding dirt pathway ahead.
“Oh come on, this is mere child’s play,” he snickered as his eyes traced the trek ahead as it vanished into the shadows, only agitating the hyena’s curiosity.
“This is what everyone is so afraid of, pathetic.” He muttered to himself in a snark. Standing upright, Tylus sent the black back once more to carve through the remaining vines. Dicing through the entangled vinery slice after slice until he could step through it.
“Oh, how kind of you to offer me an entry. Well, don’t mind if I do.” Tylus remarked as he manoeuvred his boot through the hole to plant down with a delicate thump. Lunging forward, the yeen stepped through onto the dirt walkway.
Yet, what he walked into tingled his senses. Something was off, bizarre even. The woodland seemed to have an atmosphere of its own, beyond the realm of just mere oxygen. It was something more. It was as if all sense of normality was stripped away from the woodland and replaced with a strange mana. Like a sixth sense, Tylus felt the energy radiate from the tree-branches and soil below.
Raising a brow, Tylus stepped across the pathway to the closest oak tree. That arrogant grin widening as the tingle of energy intensified the closer he got. Clouded with fascination, the hyena was oblivious to light crackling coming from behind. Craning up skyward to the Oak wood tree, the yeen stopped just near the tree’s roots.
“Well, aren’t you interesting.” Tylus whispered as he brushed his bare hand against the tree, sending a tingle of energy through his finger tips.
“I wonder-” the hyena mumbled as he held his blade, thrust it overhead, and aimed for a single tree branch above. “Let’s see what you are like without the res-uhhh?”
The hyena was cut off by a peculiar crackling from behind. A crumpling and rustle that escalated in volume, and tingled Tylus’ eardrums.
“Wha-?” He whispered, putting the blade back down as the bizarre noise started to rattle his ears. Dangling the blade by his leg, he gulped and turned back with a dreaded slowness.
Tylus’ jaw dropped.
It was the vines. The sound was the expanding vinery that slithered to wrap around one another. Living vegetation that interlocked like snakes to conceal the entrance behind, until it was shut off. Any light that attempted to penetrate was rejected by the botanical tendrils.
Quick to react, the yeen grasped his sword and swung it towards the vines with all his might. A fatal blow to the living plants that ended unexpectedly when the blade fractured upon contact, raining down into shards of metal.
His eyelids parted, letting those circular yellow iris’ stare at the remaining handle.
“What the-?!” The hyena whispered, holding the now much-lighter blade in a single palm before turning to the living vines. That arrogant demeanour shattered in the process, and was replaced with concern.
“What…are you?” He muttered to the vegetation as the hyena raised his other hand and parted those fingers towards a single vine. Sluggishly the coffee-brown digit moved towards the shifting green ropes.
As the enclosing finger prepared to touch the moving barrier, until the emerald cable exploded out with an array of thorns. Tissue-piercing daggers consumed the strands of greenery, almost threatening to carve through the hyena’s finger tip.
“Oh sh-!”
He flinched, pulling his hand back from nature's knives.
The hyena crouched and squinted to inspect the vegetation, watching the vines shift once more. Only what he didn’t expect was for them to contract away from him as the yeen moved. Any movement, any flex was picked up by the prickled vines as they adjusted to his movements. A shifting outline almost resembling his own anatomy was just about visible.
“What are you-?” Tylus asked to the plant wall before a spine-chilling breeze whooshed through the woodland behind him, lightly ruffling the hyena’s neck fur.
Instinctively placing a hand on his neck, the eerie gust of air brushed the yeen’s finger fur. Even with the barrier of bone and sinew, that abnormal cold wind slithered under to stroke his neck.
Cautiously standing up to retreat from the dagger infested vines, Tylus reached to grab the map. Tracing his fingers across the jean’s fabric, the hyena’s eyes concentrated on the botanical ropes. The hyena’s digits slowly parted to drop the blunt handle by his boots to sink beneath the rich-green grass.
Never faltering; never blinking. Tylus fought to maintain that hesitant focus on the vegetation blockade. As the hyena’s amber eyes locked onto the barrier, he continued to tread back blindly with the map in hand. Once at a safe distance, Tylus glanced down at the route, tracing across the winding bends and tree illustrations.
Heart in his mouth. He gulped.
Turning away, Tylus fled into the woodlands. Thrusting both feet forward, firing them like pistons, the hyena briskly. Marching betwixt and between the towering pillars of oak and birch wood that guarded the dirt path, his eyes focused ahead. Each radiating that same energy that continued to brush the hyena’s body. Except, rather than a tender touch, it was inflicting gravity. A pressure that pushed his body onto the walkway as the hyena hesitantly stepped closer.
His maw clenched and eyelids parted. Tylus released a faint rumbling sigh. That remaining glimmer of male bravado pushing him forward as he looked ahead. The hyena hoped to memorise the shadow-engulfed pathway before taking the next step. Except, as he moved deeper into the heart of the forest, something in the distance caught his attention.
A pale flicker of light.
Tylus cocked a brow with a smirk as he quickened his pace over to the potential exit. Moving with an expanding smile, the hyena persisted only to be dealt with one more blow to the male ego. That glow was no exit, but in fact a tree. An oak wood tree that seemed to possess some form of luminescence. It was when he was in reaching distance that the light multiplied into three radiant strips of yellow. A trio of marks carved into the tree bark to release the blaze within.
Claw marks.
The hyena’s lips quietly parted. Voiceless. That same mana leaked out of the exposed wooden casing. Radiation would have dealt the fatal blow already, but this was something more. Concern turned to burning curiosity as Tylus lifted a hand to extend a finger towards the marking.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!” A great gust of wind pushed into the hyena, knocking him away from the radiant claw-marks. As Tylus watched that blow of icy-air, he noticed that the branches and leaves were left untouched.
Frozen.
Tylus’ blood went cold. The hyena’s fiery courge was snuffed out like a candle-flame. His male bravado crumbled to leave him a trembling husk. With a painful slowness, the yeen’s eyes adjusted to greet the voice. Anticipating to see the owner of the voice, he was instead greeted with nothing. Not even a phantom or woodland creature claimed the sound as their own. Instead, there was nothing.
“O-kay, this isn’t funny. Come on now, show yourself,” Tylus demanded with little constitution, trying to hold onto any sense of authority.
Still, there was silence.
“If you d-don’t show yourself I’ll-”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!” That bone-chilling breeze thrusted towards Tylus, lifting off-foot to land down on his rump with a thump.
Before he could move, something started to slither to entangle around his arms and legs. Cold and soft to the touch, it wrapped around his ankles and wrists. Pinning him onto the ground, Tylus gulped. A rhythmic heartbeat resonated within his eardrum, whilst goosebumps started to decorate his body.
“Ssssssssss-taaaaaayy” The breeze demanded to the motionless yeen.
“Wait! Wait!” Tylus called out with a soft whimper down to the walkway ahead, whilst he stayed still in obedience.
“Noooooooo hurtttttttttt!”
The hyena stopped mid-whimper at the remark. Confused until he looked back to the glowing claw-marks. His eyelids parted.
“Oh. WAIT NO! THAT WASN’T ME-!”
“SHUUUUSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” That puff of air was more of a hurricane that punched into the hyena, forcing him into the soil. Grunting at the intensified pressure, Tylus’ eyes closed and his maw creased.
“P-Please-” was all the hyena could muster in one last attempt at defiance as the ropes around his ligaments started to stretch. “NO NO NO! PLEASE! PLEASE I SWEAR IT WASN’T ME!”
“Huushhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” the cold gust commanded with another hit to pin him into the ground as the ropes did their work.
Tylus’ maw contracted before belting out one last act of defiance.
“N-NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Anticipating the wind to deal another strike, he was left startled when everything went quiet. The ropes tugging stopped.
“Pleeeeease goooo-” The breeze asked the shivering hyena as the ropes released him. “Leave meeeeeeeeeeeee alone” it pleaded.
Palms on the ground, Tylus groaned as he started to stand back up cautiously. His eyes locked onto the figureless pathway ahead. Any stretch of his limbs; any footstep was conducted with hesitancy.
“I-I cannot leave-” Tylus replied.
“Whyyyyyyyyy?”
Anxiously the hyena rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from the walkway for a second.
“Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?” It repeated with a blow of air that ruffled Tylus’ clothing.
“The vines, they ummm, moved-” Tylus spoke softly.
“Buuuuuut, you attacked MEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“Yes yes, but I didn’t know-”
“You didn’t knnnooooooooooow!!!” The gale projected with a light tone of frustration that continued to push against his clothing.
Both arm’s crossed, holding his clothes, the hyena’s heart quickened as he weakly answered.
“Know what-?”
“The MAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Tylus went quiet. He looked over to the glowing marks with a wide-eyed expression. The hyena was right about ruling out radiation. That illuminance was a power that was the stuff of fantasy, but here it was. An energy that served as the forests’ life-blood to create fantastical outcomes.
“You want to steal my maaanaaaaaaa!”
The hyena’s heart stopped as he rushed to look back to the voice with a shiver.
“NO, NO, NO! No you have it all wrong, I am just an explorer-” Tylus defended as he rushed to his back pocket, pulling out a map for the wind to see. “-SEE!”
“A maaaaaaap to my maaanaaaa!”
Shaking his head frantically, Tylus placed a claw tip to trace across the pathway to the other end of the woodlands.
“I was just told it was forbidden. I swear!” The yeen interjected. Trying to state his case to a natural element may have been insane, but he went along with it.
“Whhyyyyyyy come here!”
“The…the thrill, the adrenaline. I-I am sorry.” Tylus cooed to the woodland around him, before taking a deep-breath to tend to his heart.
“Willllllll yoouuuuu leeeeeeave ifffffff I lettttt yoouuuu?!” The wind asked with a huff of air.
Tylus rapidly nodded as he put the map back in his pocket.
“Coooome!” The wind insisted.
An eerie crackling came from above as the tree-branch roof above withdrew to let the sun’s rays show the path. The winding road of dirt now cleared, to which the hyena started to follow. Even with the soft pounding of his heartbeat knocking his eardrum, Tylus kept moving.
“O-okay, yes I will,” Tylus confirmed with a weak smile over to the empty pathway. “What, I mean, who are you?!”
---
“Aandd, I am afraid that’s it for tonight folks,” the hyena croaked in a raspy voice to the smirking audience. “I am afraid I should turn in for the night.”
In the crowded inn, they each looked at the wrinkled hyena with a shrug and a chuckle. Everyone averted their attention away from the brittle boned yeen, except one. Just as Tylus reached for his wooden cane, a young palm was placed on his wrinkled flesh. Curious, the hyena steadily groaned as he traced up the palm to meet its owners gaze.
“Sir, is this a true story?” The young feline asked as his black and white tipped tail swung idly behind. “Like, did that really happen?”
Amused, the hyena delicately smiled down to the cat.
LalinOwl. It was a pleasure to work with them.Plot:
Fuelled by ambition and his male brovado, Tylus seeks the thrills and to explore a forest forbidden by other travellers was the perfect way to test it. A simple adventure with an unexpected twist.
A Fantastical Forest
SNAP!
The tree branch cracked under the boot tread, giving way to the footwears unyielding force as it planted onto the soft grass. A brown leather hiking boot rested on the ground, digging into the rich soil beneath just near a tiny stream. Past the rim was a pair of black spotted and golden brown fur concealed in a set of loose grey trousers with a silver buckled belt. Above the waist, a grey buttoned shirt with the top two buttons undone to shed light on the spotted toned pelt. His visage was a black furred maw and the rest was coffee-brown.
Two yellow eyes looked down to a raised piece of brittle paper. The stained paper crackled as those fingers slid across its edges before it was unravelled to reveal the pencil-sketch map. Faint outlines of trees and a parallel stream was the only clue that foreshadowed the hyena’ journey. Yet, the acclaimed entrance was replaced with a dense wall of vegetation. An obstacle of over-sized leaves and vines that dangled to greet the water below.
Tylus’ lemon coloured eyes were locked onto the enlarged vines, whilst he reached down to grab a small machete. The hyena’s fingers wrapped around the handle, concealing it with a barrier of flesh, bone and sinew.
“The Exantia Forest, at last-” Tylus smirked as he wiped his brow, flicking away the sweat down to the grass.
“The so-called forbidden woods. HA! The stuff of fairytales,” the hyena chuckled.
After sliding the rolled up paper into his back pocket, the hyena lifted his boot off the ground to greet the tread-deep icy water and made pace. Throwing those legs through the cold torrent, he concentrated on the plants ahead with a lick of his lip. Uncaring for the river seeping into his boots, Tylus kept pace. Driven by determination and fuelled by towering ambition, the hyena carved through the stream.
With a thump, his drenched boot landed a few feet from the green barrier, whilst the raised blade tip pointed to the vines. Applying pressure on the back foot, Tylus rotated his shoulders and swung the blade back in a whoosh. The hyena eyes concentrated onto the shrubbery ahead before swinging it forward.
It carved through the dense vines, whacking loose branches aside as it made room for itself. A rainfall of loose leaves were cast onto the floor, divorced from their branches above. Moving the blade aside, Tylus peaked inside between the broken branches to the winding dirt pathway ahead.
“Oh come on, this is mere child’s play,” he snickered as his eyes traced the trek ahead as it vanished into the shadows, only agitating the hyena’s curiosity.
“This is what everyone is so afraid of, pathetic.” He muttered to himself in a snark. Standing upright, Tylus sent the black back once more to carve through the remaining vines. Dicing through the entangled vinery slice after slice until he could step through it.
“Oh, how kind of you to offer me an entry. Well, don’t mind if I do.” Tylus remarked as he manoeuvred his boot through the hole to plant down with a delicate thump. Lunging forward, the yeen stepped through onto the dirt walkway.
Yet, what he walked into tingled his senses. Something was off, bizarre even. The woodland seemed to have an atmosphere of its own, beyond the realm of just mere oxygen. It was something more. It was as if all sense of normality was stripped away from the woodland and replaced with a strange mana. Like a sixth sense, Tylus felt the energy radiate from the tree-branches and soil below.
Raising a brow, Tylus stepped across the pathway to the closest oak tree. That arrogant grin widening as the tingle of energy intensified the closer he got. Clouded with fascination, the hyena was oblivious to light crackling coming from behind. Craning up skyward to the Oak wood tree, the yeen stopped just near the tree’s roots.
“Well, aren’t you interesting.” Tylus whispered as he brushed his bare hand against the tree, sending a tingle of energy through his finger tips.
“I wonder-” the hyena mumbled as he held his blade, thrust it overhead, and aimed for a single tree branch above. “Let’s see what you are like without the res-uhhh?”
The hyena was cut off by a peculiar crackling from behind. A crumpling and rustle that escalated in volume, and tingled Tylus’ eardrums.
“Wha-?” He whispered, putting the blade back down as the bizarre noise started to rattle his ears. Dangling the blade by his leg, he gulped and turned back with a dreaded slowness.
Tylus’ jaw dropped.
It was the vines. The sound was the expanding vinery that slithered to wrap around one another. Living vegetation that interlocked like snakes to conceal the entrance behind, until it was shut off. Any light that attempted to penetrate was rejected by the botanical tendrils.
Quick to react, the yeen grasped his sword and swung it towards the vines with all his might. A fatal blow to the living plants that ended unexpectedly when the blade fractured upon contact, raining down into shards of metal.
His eyelids parted, letting those circular yellow iris’ stare at the remaining handle.
“What the-?!” The hyena whispered, holding the now much-lighter blade in a single palm before turning to the living vines. That arrogant demeanour shattered in the process, and was replaced with concern.
“What…are you?” He muttered to the vegetation as the hyena raised his other hand and parted those fingers towards a single vine. Sluggishly the coffee-brown digit moved towards the shifting green ropes.
As the enclosing finger prepared to touch the moving barrier, until the emerald cable exploded out with an array of thorns. Tissue-piercing daggers consumed the strands of greenery, almost threatening to carve through the hyena’s finger tip.
“Oh sh-!”
He flinched, pulling his hand back from nature's knives.
The hyena crouched and squinted to inspect the vegetation, watching the vines shift once more. Only what he didn’t expect was for them to contract away from him as the yeen moved. Any movement, any flex was picked up by the prickled vines as they adjusted to his movements. A shifting outline almost resembling his own anatomy was just about visible.
“What are you-?” Tylus asked to the plant wall before a spine-chilling breeze whooshed through the woodland behind him, lightly ruffling the hyena’s neck fur.
Instinctively placing a hand on his neck, the eerie gust of air brushed the yeen’s finger fur. Even with the barrier of bone and sinew, that abnormal cold wind slithered under to stroke his neck.
Cautiously standing up to retreat from the dagger infested vines, Tylus reached to grab the map. Tracing his fingers across the jean’s fabric, the hyena’s eyes concentrated on the botanical ropes. The hyena’s digits slowly parted to drop the blunt handle by his boots to sink beneath the rich-green grass.
Never faltering; never blinking. Tylus fought to maintain that hesitant focus on the vegetation blockade. As the hyena’s amber eyes locked onto the barrier, he continued to tread back blindly with the map in hand. Once at a safe distance, Tylus glanced down at the route, tracing across the winding bends and tree illustrations.
Heart in his mouth. He gulped.
Turning away, Tylus fled into the woodlands. Thrusting both feet forward, firing them like pistons, the hyena briskly. Marching betwixt and between the towering pillars of oak and birch wood that guarded the dirt path, his eyes focused ahead. Each radiating that same energy that continued to brush the hyena’s body. Except, rather than a tender touch, it was inflicting gravity. A pressure that pushed his body onto the walkway as the hyena hesitantly stepped closer.
His maw clenched and eyelids parted. Tylus released a faint rumbling sigh. That remaining glimmer of male bravado pushing him forward as he looked ahead. The hyena hoped to memorise the shadow-engulfed pathway before taking the next step. Except, as he moved deeper into the heart of the forest, something in the distance caught his attention.
A pale flicker of light.
Tylus cocked a brow with a smirk as he quickened his pace over to the potential exit. Moving with an expanding smile, the hyena persisted only to be dealt with one more blow to the male ego. That glow was no exit, but in fact a tree. An oak wood tree that seemed to possess some form of luminescence. It was when he was in reaching distance that the light multiplied into three radiant strips of yellow. A trio of marks carved into the tree bark to release the blaze within.
Claw marks.
The hyena’s lips quietly parted. Voiceless. That same mana leaked out of the exposed wooden casing. Radiation would have dealt the fatal blow already, but this was something more. Concern turned to burning curiosity as Tylus lifted a hand to extend a finger towards the marking.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!” A great gust of wind pushed into the hyena, knocking him away from the radiant claw-marks. As Tylus watched that blow of icy-air, he noticed that the branches and leaves were left untouched.
Frozen.
Tylus’ blood went cold. The hyena’s fiery courge was snuffed out like a candle-flame. His male bravado crumbled to leave him a trembling husk. With a painful slowness, the yeen’s eyes adjusted to greet the voice. Anticipating to see the owner of the voice, he was instead greeted with nothing. Not even a phantom or woodland creature claimed the sound as their own. Instead, there was nothing.
“O-kay, this isn’t funny. Come on now, show yourself,” Tylus demanded with little constitution, trying to hold onto any sense of authority.
Still, there was silence.
“If you d-don’t show yourself I’ll-”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!” That bone-chilling breeze thrusted towards Tylus, lifting off-foot to land down on his rump with a thump.
Before he could move, something started to slither to entangle around his arms and legs. Cold and soft to the touch, it wrapped around his ankles and wrists. Pinning him onto the ground, Tylus gulped. A rhythmic heartbeat resonated within his eardrum, whilst goosebumps started to decorate his body.
“Ssssssssss-taaaaaayy” The breeze demanded to the motionless yeen.
“Wait! Wait!” Tylus called out with a soft whimper down to the walkway ahead, whilst he stayed still in obedience.
“Noooooooo hurtttttttttt!”
The hyena stopped mid-whimper at the remark. Confused until he looked back to the glowing claw-marks. His eyelids parted.
“Oh. WAIT NO! THAT WASN’T ME-!”
“SHUUUUSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” That puff of air was more of a hurricane that punched into the hyena, forcing him into the soil. Grunting at the intensified pressure, Tylus’ eyes closed and his maw creased.
“P-Please-” was all the hyena could muster in one last attempt at defiance as the ropes around his ligaments started to stretch. “NO NO NO! PLEASE! PLEASE I SWEAR IT WASN’T ME!”
“Huushhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” the cold gust commanded with another hit to pin him into the ground as the ropes did their work.
Tylus’ maw contracted before belting out one last act of defiance.
“N-NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Anticipating the wind to deal another strike, he was left startled when everything went quiet. The ropes tugging stopped.
“Pleeeeease goooo-” The breeze asked the shivering hyena as the ropes released him. “Leave meeeeeeeeeeeee alone” it pleaded.
Palms on the ground, Tylus groaned as he started to stand back up cautiously. His eyes locked onto the figureless pathway ahead. Any stretch of his limbs; any footstep was conducted with hesitancy.
“I-I cannot leave-” Tylus replied.
“Whyyyyyyyyy?”
Anxiously the hyena rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from the walkway for a second.
“Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?” It repeated with a blow of air that ruffled Tylus’ clothing.
“The vines, they ummm, moved-” Tylus spoke softly.
“Buuuuuut, you attacked MEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“Yes yes, but I didn’t know-”
“You didn’t knnnooooooooooow!!!” The gale projected with a light tone of frustration that continued to push against his clothing.
Both arm’s crossed, holding his clothes, the hyena’s heart quickened as he weakly answered.
“Know what-?”
“The MAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Tylus went quiet. He looked over to the glowing marks with a wide-eyed expression. The hyena was right about ruling out radiation. That illuminance was a power that was the stuff of fantasy, but here it was. An energy that served as the forests’ life-blood to create fantastical outcomes.
“You want to steal my maaanaaaaaaa!”
The hyena’s heart stopped as he rushed to look back to the voice with a shiver.
“NO, NO, NO! No you have it all wrong, I am just an explorer-” Tylus defended as he rushed to his back pocket, pulling out a map for the wind to see. “-SEE!”
“A maaaaaaap to my maaanaaaa!”
Shaking his head frantically, Tylus placed a claw tip to trace across the pathway to the other end of the woodlands.
“I was just told it was forbidden. I swear!” The yeen interjected. Trying to state his case to a natural element may have been insane, but he went along with it.
“Whhyyyyyyy come here!”
“The…the thrill, the adrenaline. I-I am sorry.” Tylus cooed to the woodland around him, before taking a deep-breath to tend to his heart.
“Willllllll yoouuuuu leeeeeeave ifffffff I lettttt yoouuuu?!” The wind asked with a huff of air.
Tylus rapidly nodded as he put the map back in his pocket.
“Coooome!” The wind insisted.
An eerie crackling came from above as the tree-branch roof above withdrew to let the sun’s rays show the path. The winding road of dirt now cleared, to which the hyena started to follow. Even with the soft pounding of his heartbeat knocking his eardrum, Tylus kept moving.
“O-okay, yes I will,” Tylus confirmed with a weak smile over to the empty pathway. “What, I mean, who are you?!”
---
“Aandd, I am afraid that’s it for tonight folks,” the hyena croaked in a raspy voice to the smirking audience. “I am afraid I should turn in for the night.”
In the crowded inn, they each looked at the wrinkled hyena with a shrug and a chuckle. Everyone averted their attention away from the brittle boned yeen, except one. Just as Tylus reached for his wooden cane, a young palm was placed on his wrinkled flesh. Curious, the hyena steadily groaned as he traced up the palm to meet its owners gaze.
“Sir, is this a true story?” The young feline asked as his black and white tipped tail swung idly behind. “Like, did that really happen?”
Amused, the hyena delicately smiled down to the cat.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Hyena
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 70.1 kB
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