samsam223
Lord of Altera
As the last of the suns golden ribbons cascade delicately in the interminable sea forest, casting dappled shadows of branches and trees... Tall dark fingers that seem to stretch themselves further into the maze of serene trees. Concealed away in the dense undergrowth, just before a sunlight, narrow rift in the tree line; a tranquil, lone Elf stands tall, attuned to the ethereal yet graceful whispers that the forest bestows, whispers his ears do not ignore... Dreamy, and warming voices... His heightened senses picking up any hushed noise that may be made in the secretive and solitary wood. Tall and graceful, his long draped cloak brushing against the cold embrace of grass and dirt- lead by the bare footsteps of his earthy feet, as his small hands stroke the delicate flowers below, placing his connected hand on each tree he passes... His ears flicker at any noise and twist themselves to better suit his needs for locating the voices... The twisting wind through the trees as birds call for the night which is soon to come. His eyes closed rather than open with a long, but steadily slow pace of steps. The gently thudding as each step is met by the supporting of a long and aged stave, smoothed down vaguely. Maintaining it's natural physique.
The music of dusk calls throughout the entwined forest, a drone like buzz of tiny insects hovering somewhere above, sung in harmony with the fading songs of birds high above the darkening ground, settling down in their nests. A tender breeze wavering in the forest, causing the many green leaves the rustle in greeting and content with being broken from their still and quiet lives, the feeling of a cold, but caressing hand across his cheek and make his ebony hair wave like a dark ocean- which he greets with a gentle dip of his head and a smile upon his silenced lips. The rest of the forest seemed to swing wildly, welcoming the breeze with passion am grace. An emotion in which the heart warmed Elf held so dearly. Smiling to himself in the lovely yet darkening forest, his eyes closed and lips curved; oblivious to the problems that the rest of the world hold.
Removing himself from the shadow of branches, plodding in to the soft, orange glow of the elderly sky. Bowing before the light, the sky and the virgin stars; sitting with his legs crossed with his staff parallel to his crossed knees- the glowing light revealing his sleek, strong face. His long sea of dark hair hanging loose to his shoulders; decorated with trinkets and bands to keep parts of his hair tied. At peace with the tranquil world he lives in. Pulling a small flute from his cloak and placed it to his thin lips. Gently blowing into it and filling the soundless forest with the single pattern of music.
As darkness falls over the now twilight forest, the Elf remains within the twisting woods, not bothering to seek shelter against whatever the night may bring. In harmony with the forest even when night falls over it. Now standing in the moonlit parting, gazing up into the star filled void of darkness, before gracefully leaping towards a near by tree; not once touching the leaf filled ground below- instantly ascending the thick trunk of the tree with little effort needed, pausing briefly to admire the beauty of the now dormant woodland. Finishing his climb at the top of the tree, nearly touching that so close sea of stars above. There the Elf settles down onto the final branch, legs swinging freely and vulnerably above the world. The full silver moon illuminating his face and clothing, bestowing a more divine and pure atmosphere- endless trees disappearing into the misty horizon. The whispers still with him...
-edited version of an old Elrowen piece~ now describing Elrowen 2.0
@Willow
@Balatro
