Re: The Wretched Rite - Round One - The Rose Ring
09-09-2011, 01:14 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
The River was now an Axeman, the Wolf who was never a wolf was now again and was always a Walker, and the role of Wolf was now given to a more wolf-like Walker-reminiscent-of-a-wolf. And M.’s and the flying rodent’s most ingenious idea of filling the Wolf with rocks and throwing it into the river or River (Axeman?) was now assigned to the more appropriate wolf. Hardly a moment's worth of understanding. After all, letting a corpse rot underwater allows the nutrients to reach more places and sustain more riverside vegetation. Yes, this surely must be the appropriate course of action.
The Axeman might be an inconvenience, however. M. wanted to simply topple and sustain a warm homemade stew. No, that was absurd. M. wanted to rip apart the Axeman with its claws and teeth and make a good feast. No, M. was a simple forest tree, not some kind of wolf? Just let the girl have some delicious apples that will eventually eat through the basket given enough time. M. felt terror as the Axeman prepared to swing its deadly tree-murderer and lay waste to twenty winters of healthy growth. If only a tree such as M. could defend itself, then forests would not be so susceptible to the weapons and misdeed used and intended by the Walkers.
The biggest threat of course was the Wolf that ate wants to eat the girl and her grandma that she was attacking. As a Hunter M. had the obvious duty of stopping such immoral behavior against innocent loathsome people Walkers. M. raised its rifle and aimed at the terrible Wolf which recoiled from the big panther tree that sinked its teeth and claws into its fur. M. reloaded and landed an accurate swipe at the Wolf's torso.
The Wolf underneath the soon-to-be-firewood tree was important and relevant somehow, the woodcutter knew. He had to cut its stomach open with its water axe and rescue the girl and her grandmother currently fighting over a few feet away and fill it with rocks. Then it would fall into the river and the moral of the story would be expressed and Alluvion would have a excellent example of wolves with rocks in their stomachs falling into rivers.
But for some reason his axe kept splashing on the tree with legs instead of cutting it down like it was supposed to.
What a mess.
The River was now an Axeman, the Wolf who was never a wolf was now again and was always a Walker, and the role of Wolf was now given to a more wolf-like Walker-reminiscent-of-a-wolf. And M.’s and the flying rodent’s most ingenious idea of filling the Wolf with rocks and throwing it into the river or River (Axeman?) was now assigned to the more appropriate wolf. Hardly a moment's worth of understanding. After all, letting a corpse rot underwater allows the nutrients to reach more places and sustain more riverside vegetation. Yes, this surely must be the appropriate course of action.
The Axeman might be an inconvenience, however. M. wanted to simply topple and sustain a warm homemade stew. No, that was absurd. M. wanted to rip apart the Axeman with its claws and teeth and make a good feast. No, M. was a simple forest tree, not some kind of wolf? Just let the girl have some delicious apples that will eventually eat through the basket given enough time. M. felt terror as the Axeman prepared to swing its deadly tree-murderer and lay waste to twenty winters of healthy growth. If only a tree such as M. could defend itself, then forests would not be so susceptible to the weapons and misdeed used and intended by the Walkers.
The biggest threat of course was the Wolf that ate wants to eat the girl and her grandma that she was attacking. As a Hunter M. had the obvious duty of stopping such immoral behavior against innocent loathsome people Walkers. M. raised its rifle and aimed at the terrible Wolf which recoiled from the big panther tree that sinked its teeth and claws into its fur. M. reloaded and landed an accurate swipe at the Wolf's torso.
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What kind of tree attacks wolves? Apparently this one. It was probably best to simply cut down another tree this time around, no use to strain to get this specific tree after all. No, this tree goes down today. This was the tree that Alluvion the woodcutter should be cutting down and no scenario of trees growing legs and running away is going to stop him. His trusty axe that grew out of his hand served him and his father and grandfather well and would certainly not fail.The Wolf underneath the soon-to-be-firewood tree was important and relevant somehow, the woodcutter knew. He had to cut its stomach open with its water axe and rescue the girl and her grandmother currently fighting over a few feet away and fill it with rocks. Then it would fall into the river and the moral of the story would be expressed and Alluvion would have a excellent example of wolves with rocks in their stomachs falling into rivers.
But for some reason his axe kept splashing on the tree with legs instead of cutting it down like it was supposed to.
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It’s been long, too long. How fortunate that she was able to deliver food to her; she looks terribly sickly with acid burns and grime all over her. How unfortunate that Taelia was forced to kill her because she tried to eat her, due to some oversized features she did not have.-----
The Narrator laid down her pen and glanced over the latest page.What a mess.