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There was something different about this part of the forest, something that had drawn him here. The wood was unassuming in appearance, no different from any other corner of the sleepy forest, but something hung in the air, it felt thicker somehow, laden with potential, with power. Without breaking his stride he transitioned from two legs to four, skin and fur shifting as he changed shape, his gait adjusting within a matter of seconds. He turned his nose towards the ground, holding his head low to better follow that aura that had drawn him in. His nostrils flared as he searched, though it was not a scent that he tracked. Nor was it something that he could see or hear, no matter how keen his senses were. His people… the ones that had once been his people called it ‘the sight’, but that was because they did not understand. They could not understand. It was not something that could be felt, not with his paws. It was something entirely different, something that transcended the senses. And yet he did ‘feel’ it; so alien and unknown, but somehow… familiar. It was like something intrinsic to his very being, something instinctual. He felt it every time he shifted his skin, every time he felt the intoxicating allure of witch fire. But that was different, focused, from within. What he felt now was wild, vague, and saturated the very air he breathed.
A sudden chill clung to the air, carried forth by an unnatural breeze that disturbed the stillness, a suffocating fog borne on that wind, choking out the sunlight. Orlendr turned his head towards the forest canopy to catch some glimpse of the afternoon sun, but it was already lost behind the dense layer of fog leaving behind only a dull, warm haze. The roiling fog clung to the air, casting the land in unnatural shadow and shrouding the trees in mystery. Glancing at his surroundings revealed nothing. It had been only moments since the fog set in, yet his memory of the path back was already gone; the fog had crept into his mind as well. He closed his eyes, looking inward and slowing his breathing. He focused on the warmth he felt within his core, that familiar tinge of power… intoxicating power. He felt that warmth around him; in the earth, the trees, the very air itself. The earth seemed as though it moved beneath his feet, a tendril creeping forth from the dirt, leaves unfurling, flower blooming. The pedals of that flower caught fire, brilliant immolation, a pale purple flame, witch fire, burning away the creeping fog, mist dissipating and fading under the afternoon sun. He had found it at last; the beating heart of the forest.
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Orlendr
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Wolf
Size 2217 x 1662px
File Size 3.69 MB
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Once again, under the amazing sight of your handsome werefluff shaman Orlendr depicted with immense care by Novery and after a pleasant reading of your new magic story "Witch fire"... for the umpteenth time I am left speechless. It's always one pleasant combo to see more Orlendr arts accompanied from your so detailed stories! ✨
Honestly I sincerely appreciate the kind words from both you and Donny. I have been really struggling lately with writing (and therefore uploading haha) anything because I have been feeling a bit uninspired. It really means a lot that people appreciate my writing, and it helps make me feel a bit more confident in it <3
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