Rainforest Cliffs
03-15-2018, 06:12 PM
He had heard the creature carelessly trampling through his forest. He had sensed the Rift's grasps on the child's body, and could feel it eating away at her leg and flesh with a vengeance. He could even seen the girl from so far, limping and thriving although she was so frail and sickly. The Tree could relate all too well, except he wished that he could continue to persevere like she.
It was no secret that the Rift had prioritized the Lignum as its main target; simply because the Trees held such pure; unadulterated magic. They would feast upon their epicenter of magical organs like an all you can eat buffet; and it took all of the Tree's power to keep himself hidden away long enough to remain untouched. Yet he had lived for eons, had seen this world build and destroy itself over and over again; and he was so very tired.
There was only so much time left for this Lignum; maybe a hundred years at tops; and although that was so long for these mere mortals; it was a blink of an eye for him. So as he moved to further inspect the filly from afar his branches creaked, and his roots curled in rigid distaste at having to move. He wasn't as nimble as he used to be.
What made things worse was that with the Rift continuing to slowly take over, there was fewer and fewer places for him to go in search of Sanctuary. It was only a matter of time before he would be devoured by the magical disease. And so this brought a question into the wizened flora's mind; did he wait for the inevitable? Or would he take matters into his own hands?
It was when he heard the moss scream did he cringe, before looking down and finding the girl utterly terrified. She was so young, had so much life ahead of her; and already she was terrified of so much. It was in that moment he knew what must be done (because he knew from the start why she had come here), and with slow yet deliberate movements; he finally made himself known to the little girl with the broken little body.
It was no secret that the Rift had prioritized the Lignum as its main target; simply because the Trees held such pure; unadulterated magic. They would feast upon their epicenter of magical organs like an all you can eat buffet; and it took all of the Tree's power to keep himself hidden away long enough to remain untouched. Yet he had lived for eons, had seen this world build and destroy itself over and over again; and he was so very tired.
There was only so much time left for this Lignum; maybe a hundred years at tops; and although that was so long for these mere mortals; it was a blink of an eye for him. So as he moved to further inspect the filly from afar his branches creaked, and his roots curled in rigid distaste at having to move. He wasn't as nimble as he used to be.
What made things worse was that with the Rift continuing to slowly take over, there was fewer and fewer places for him to go in search of Sanctuary. It was only a matter of time before he would be devoured by the magical disease. And so this brought a question into the wizened flora's mind; did he wait for the inevitable? Or would he take matters into his own hands?
It was when he heard the moss scream did he cringe, before looking down and finding the girl utterly terrified. She was so young, had so much life ahead of her; and already she was terrified of so much. It was in that moment he knew what must be done (because he knew from the start why she had come here), and with slow yet deliberate movements; he finally made himself known to the little girl with the broken little body.
the Rift
