Forest Dwellers

• Artist: Storm Tidings
• Description: Something I wrote for class once (You'll note that in the middle it lightens a bit to describe the sun. My teacher thought it was going a bit dark so I twisted it and then I tweaked it back into place. I quite liked how it came out. It's good contrast.)
• Date: 02/02/2010
• Tags: forest dwellers

Steam rose slowly from the cool surface of the water, slipping away in delicate tendrils of mist.

Mysterious birds called softly to each other, their songs sorrowful and haunted.

The branches and leaves of the canopy allowed no sunlight to reach the forest floor; she could hardly remember the warm and gentle kiss of the sun on her back. She longed to take a blade – a sword or an axe or anything – to the entangled tree tops.

She wanted to see the delicate fingers of light reaching down to grasp the earth again, to see the golden dappled light dance on a light summers breeze. But it wasn’t so.

The deer and other grazing animals had long since fled to make way for spiders and bugs and other creatures that crept through the dark.
She thought she could see one such creature now, slinking through the inky black that seeped between the trees. She scolded herself, it couldn't be more than her imagination. She brushed a silken strand of hair from her face and froze...

The Birdsong had Stopped.