ElFewja
2nd Level Red Feather
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Legend of the Singing Tree
A sullen gray hung in the sky above, while murky morning mists gathered ahead, breathing above the small body of silver water. She trudged ahead, exiting the shadowy protection of the dark trees and into the small glade. Ahead she saw the curving, sooty mud that lined the water's edge, and above the line of trees that hid that hid the lingering night beneath its boughs she eyed the mountains that veiled the fog. Around her, she felt the life blood of the world pulsing. With a nod, she raised her hands to the edges of her hood, batting it away as she inhaled the magical energies of the focal point.
Closing her eyes, she let the soul of the forest seep through her, its green breath bidding her further, towards the body of water. Her legs swept forward, breaking through her cloak and taking her forward. Beneath her, she felt the wet grass cling to her as she sank into the mud with each step, the sparkling dew twinkling, batting its eyes at her as she swept ahead. The small cudgel at her hip vibrated suddenly and she stopped, glancing around. Mists coiled about her, sparkling with pointed silver flashes like fireflies and she felt the world pulse beneath her feet. Unlinking the cudgel, she felt her boot heels sink into the soil as she brought the dousing rod in front of her face. Extending her arms in front of her, she held the curving wood tightly within her fingers, letting her soul extend through her and into the rod before drifting downward.
As she pulled at the world, she felt it tug, then pull back. With a gasp, she felt it grip around her heart and tug her tight, drawing her into the earth. Raising her arms, she grit her teeth and fought back against the ether as it swelled around her. Suddenly she felt as though she were in a sticky pool, unable to move, and she felt her body swept away down a river as she watched the wood of the cudgel curl and snarl, extending wildly into the ground. Heat rushed through her body as the world drew upon her, and she felt several incantations sprawl across her mind as a leafy voice boomed within her head. "What secrets do you hide?"
Struggling, she swayed her shoulders and lifted her leg, stepping backward while the wooden cudgel sprayed into the earth. In an instant she felt a tightness gnarl at her wrists as the conduit stretched out, wrapping around her wrists and raising them above her head. Thin roots spread down her elbows, gnarling around her arms and holding them tight as the voice called to her again, "What secrets do you hide?" The cloth of her cloak ripped and spluttered, falling away at her feet as she the wooden cudgel pierced the ground, raising her above it.
As she opened her mouth to let out a scream to alert the barren wilderness around her, she felt wood bite into the edges of her lips, binding her voice from casting any spell that might summon assistance. The narrow roots continued to gnarl around her biceps, then her shoulders, and as she swayed within the cage forming around her, she heard the voice again. "What secrets do you hide?"
An itch formed at the edges of her exposed underarms as the roots spiraled around them, twitching. No, she thought to herself as her eyes flew wide while the magical energies seared through her, exposing her fears. The roots twitched again before coiling further inward. Sniffing in an inhale, she shrieked into her gag as her body sang against her, her abdomen growing tight with laughter. She felt the earth smirk as it drew further energies from her, and then the hairy roots snaked further against her skin, rubbing at her ever so lightly with their terse touch.
Within seconds she felt herself overcome with blistering emotion as the world beneath her soaked in her suffering, moaning with pleasure at her torment. The roots prodded and poked, their ends scratching at her exposed weakness while the tightness rolled down her sides. Her eyes twitched and their outer ends pinched together as the light laughter rolled along her skin, crawling along her body. She began to sway back and forth, beating her hips into the firm bark that now pressed into her as a tree shrouded her in place of her cloak, garbing her in shadow, though she still felt the clear, crisp morning breath beneath her skirt, on the backs of her thighs.
As she writhed within her cage, she felt a weight press into the tops of her boots while their bottoms scratched against something. The wiggling roots wrapped around her stomach, throbbing and coursing against her like a hundred caterpillars, and she felt herself readily give up her hidden truths. Tears ripped at her eyes as she shrugged off a series of muffled laughs, and she felt her shoulders relax as she let the tree take her weight from her. Beneath her and with each struggle, she felt her boots slip downward, exposing more and more of her legs as they threatened to vacate her altogether. The voice of the earth tolled against her as she thought upon her feet. "What secrets do you hide?"
Focusing, she desperately held her legs still while the roots latched around her breasts, narrating a story of womanhood against her as they titillated her flesh. Inhaling wildly, she attempted to roll her head backward, feeling it fit quite snugly into the tree that croaked into existence around her. Flicking her toes apart, she flapped her dangling feet back and forth even as her own voice called "no, no, stop!" in her mind. The boots slithered downward like an avalanche, faster and faster, until they too fell away, landing with a splatter in the puddle of mud beneath her while the black word defeat rang against her.
The roots did not hesitate to claim the tops of her feet, binding around them tightly, guaranteeing their prize. They slithered around the upper edges of her toes, pinning them together and pointing them slightly in front of her heels so that her soles curved like the jealous moon above. She felt the many wrinkles pour against her and she envisioned herself, bound, barefoot and helpless to the whims of the world. As though she laid her head against an executioners block, she felt the touch of the earth against her naked soles before it happened, their scratching, wiggling roots chirping against her skin, and she began to sing aloud as they wrapped over her, along and against her wrinkles. In mere seconds they claimed the entirety of her flesh, twitching against her, inducing madness into her as she faded from the world, overcome by the desires that the earth invoked into her flesh.
--
I had heard stories, and came through the trees, over curved dusty road riddled with root; the forest called to me, begging me of a great need. Days from the city had I traveled, to the center of the forbidden woods, and there did I find the most interesting of trees. It was a gnarled thing, growing in the center of a sunlit glade, and it bore the most curious of fruit. There, as I approached, I saw a pair of naked soles dangling, the bark of the tree surrounding them completely. They twitched ever so slightly as I approached, and I saw pink sap trickling down them, coating them in a thin coat of slime. Throwing my hand ahead as I approached, I cast a divining spell, sensing the woman within the tree that nurtured her, while she in turn served as a conduit for the earth, cultivating it. A simple deer bathed in white specks trod up towards the twitching feet, and through the magic I felt the woman's mind splinter with no, please. The dear stepped forward, laboriously freeing the sap from her soles while she screamed with laughter, the blushing leaves of the tree throbbing alive with her energy as she fed the deer and the tree. For long minutes did I enjoy the sight of those helpless soles, and at last after the deer had satisfied itself, I too took my turn, scratching at those defenseless feet while I felt the lust of the woman as she rolled about, enjoying her predicament as bliss ran through my finger tips at the wicked softness of her skin. Energy pulsed through me at the touch of her flesh, and at once I attuned with her and the tree and the world beneath and around me, feeling them pulse with bliss at having located a savior to harvest their sacred fruit.
Legend of the Singing Tree
A sullen gray hung in the sky above, while murky morning mists gathered ahead, breathing above the small body of silver water. She trudged ahead, exiting the shadowy protection of the dark trees and into the small glade. Ahead she saw the curving, sooty mud that lined the water's edge, and above the line of trees that hid that hid the lingering night beneath its boughs she eyed the mountains that veiled the fog. Around her, she felt the life blood of the world pulsing. With a nod, she raised her hands to the edges of her hood, batting it away as she inhaled the magical energies of the focal point.
Closing her eyes, she let the soul of the forest seep through her, its green breath bidding her further, towards the body of water. Her legs swept forward, breaking through her cloak and taking her forward. Beneath her, she felt the wet grass cling to her as she sank into the mud with each step, the sparkling dew twinkling, batting its eyes at her as she swept ahead. The small cudgel at her hip vibrated suddenly and she stopped, glancing around. Mists coiled about her, sparkling with pointed silver flashes like fireflies and she felt the world pulse beneath her feet. Unlinking the cudgel, she felt her boot heels sink into the soil as she brought the dousing rod in front of her face. Extending her arms in front of her, she held the curving wood tightly within her fingers, letting her soul extend through her and into the rod before drifting downward.
As she pulled at the world, she felt it tug, then pull back. With a gasp, she felt it grip around her heart and tug her tight, drawing her into the earth. Raising her arms, she grit her teeth and fought back against the ether as it swelled around her. Suddenly she felt as though she were in a sticky pool, unable to move, and she felt her body swept away down a river as she watched the wood of the cudgel curl and snarl, extending wildly into the ground. Heat rushed through her body as the world drew upon her, and she felt several incantations sprawl across her mind as a leafy voice boomed within her head. "What secrets do you hide?"
Struggling, she swayed her shoulders and lifted her leg, stepping backward while the wooden cudgel sprayed into the earth. In an instant she felt a tightness gnarl at her wrists as the conduit stretched out, wrapping around her wrists and raising them above her head. Thin roots spread down her elbows, gnarling around her arms and holding them tight as the voice called to her again, "What secrets do you hide?" The cloth of her cloak ripped and spluttered, falling away at her feet as she the wooden cudgel pierced the ground, raising her above it.
As she opened her mouth to let out a scream to alert the barren wilderness around her, she felt wood bite into the edges of her lips, binding her voice from casting any spell that might summon assistance. The narrow roots continued to gnarl around her biceps, then her shoulders, and as she swayed within the cage forming around her, she heard the voice again. "What secrets do you hide?"
An itch formed at the edges of her exposed underarms as the roots spiraled around them, twitching. No, she thought to herself as her eyes flew wide while the magical energies seared through her, exposing her fears. The roots twitched again before coiling further inward. Sniffing in an inhale, she shrieked into her gag as her body sang against her, her abdomen growing tight with laughter. She felt the earth smirk as it drew further energies from her, and then the hairy roots snaked further against her skin, rubbing at her ever so lightly with their terse touch.
Within seconds she felt herself overcome with blistering emotion as the world beneath her soaked in her suffering, moaning with pleasure at her torment. The roots prodded and poked, their ends scratching at her exposed weakness while the tightness rolled down her sides. Her eyes twitched and their outer ends pinched together as the light laughter rolled along her skin, crawling along her body. She began to sway back and forth, beating her hips into the firm bark that now pressed into her as a tree shrouded her in place of her cloak, garbing her in shadow, though she still felt the clear, crisp morning breath beneath her skirt, on the backs of her thighs.
As she writhed within her cage, she felt a weight press into the tops of her boots while their bottoms scratched against something. The wiggling roots wrapped around her stomach, throbbing and coursing against her like a hundred caterpillars, and she felt herself readily give up her hidden truths. Tears ripped at her eyes as she shrugged off a series of muffled laughs, and she felt her shoulders relax as she let the tree take her weight from her. Beneath her and with each struggle, she felt her boots slip downward, exposing more and more of her legs as they threatened to vacate her altogether. The voice of the earth tolled against her as she thought upon her feet. "What secrets do you hide?"
Focusing, she desperately held her legs still while the roots latched around her breasts, narrating a story of womanhood against her as they titillated her flesh. Inhaling wildly, she attempted to roll her head backward, feeling it fit quite snugly into the tree that croaked into existence around her. Flicking her toes apart, she flapped her dangling feet back and forth even as her own voice called "no, no, stop!" in her mind. The boots slithered downward like an avalanche, faster and faster, until they too fell away, landing with a splatter in the puddle of mud beneath her while the black word defeat rang against her.
The roots did not hesitate to claim the tops of her feet, binding around them tightly, guaranteeing their prize. They slithered around the upper edges of her toes, pinning them together and pointing them slightly in front of her heels so that her soles curved like the jealous moon above. She felt the many wrinkles pour against her and she envisioned herself, bound, barefoot and helpless to the whims of the world. As though she laid her head against an executioners block, she felt the touch of the earth against her naked soles before it happened, their scratching, wiggling roots chirping against her skin, and she began to sing aloud as they wrapped over her, along and against her wrinkles. In mere seconds they claimed the entirety of her flesh, twitching against her, inducing madness into her as she faded from the world, overcome by the desires that the earth invoked into her flesh.
--
I had heard stories, and came through the trees, over curved dusty road riddled with root; the forest called to me, begging me of a great need. Days from the city had I traveled, to the center of the forbidden woods, and there did I find the most interesting of trees. It was a gnarled thing, growing in the center of a sunlit glade, and it bore the most curious of fruit. There, as I approached, I saw a pair of naked soles dangling, the bark of the tree surrounding them completely. They twitched ever so slightly as I approached, and I saw pink sap trickling down them, coating them in a thin coat of slime. Throwing my hand ahead as I approached, I cast a divining spell, sensing the woman within the tree that nurtured her, while she in turn served as a conduit for the earth, cultivating it. A simple deer bathed in white specks trod up towards the twitching feet, and through the magic I felt the woman's mind splinter with no, please. The dear stepped forward, laboriously freeing the sap from her soles while she screamed with laughter, the blushing leaves of the tree throbbing alive with her energy as she fed the deer and the tree. For long minutes did I enjoy the sight of those helpless soles, and at last after the deer had satisfied itself, I too took my turn, scratching at those defenseless feet while I felt the lust of the woman as she rolled about, enjoying her predicament as bliss ran through my finger tips at the wicked softness of her skin. Energy pulsed through me at the touch of her flesh, and at once I attuned with her and the tree and the world beneath and around me, feeling them pulse with bliss at having located a savior to harvest their sacred fruit.
