1/8/2025, 1:31 AM
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Skill: --- (1/5)
The evening cast across the Vale was almost a thing of normalcy - if one ignored the bizarre conifer with its flickering wreath of "lights." Within its frilly embrace, a great many fireflies cast in festive and eye-catching shades flickered gleefully for any within its range to admire. Beneath its greenery, along its feet, a series of hides were bundled around various shapes, some lumpy and others more flat as they concealed their varying contents.
Tangled within one of the hides, his consciousness burned into the fabric of time without fanfare.
Like the little hell flame he was, his arrival was at first subtle; his diminutive form was hidden from the winter wind by a stifling pelt. Its smooth interior rumpled over him, protecting him just as much as it hindered his movement. When his beady eyes opened, the hellion was greeted by darkness - and he didn't like darkness.
The gosling flailed his bony, near-featherless wings in righteous anger as he fought his faceless bonds. His motions were accompanied with enraged honks, an almost unending note that rose in volume with each moment he spent confined to the dusk of his prison.
Tangled within one of the hides, his consciousness burned into the fabric of time without fanfare.
Like the little hell flame he was, his arrival was at first subtle; his diminutive form was hidden from the winter wind by a stifling pelt. Its smooth interior rumpled over him, protecting him just as much as it hindered his movement. When his beady eyes opened, the hellion was greeted by darkness - and he didn't like darkness.
The gosling flailed his bony, near-featherless wings in righteous anger as he fought his faceless bonds. His motions were accompanied with enraged honks, an almost unending note that rose in volume with each moment he spent confined to the dusk of his prison.