Moonlight HuntThe forest was quiet when night fell and darkness consumed the lush trees. No animal stirred, not even the breeze as the night was clear. Except for a village where was music and laughter was in the air. Dwarves were laughing and talking as they drank and sang under the lanterns that were strung from tree to tree, house to house, glowing with yellow light. People were laughing and clapping as the musicians were playing. Flutes, lutes, and drums were sounding as women and men were dancing. Older children running around with smiles on their faces, as the younger ones gathered and listened to tales of old. A large table was set with candles and plates with utensils as appetizers were placed on large platers. Nearby was a large fire pit, just having wood and the spit being placed, preparing for the late-night feast as the stars were watching down on the sight. As everyone was joyous and happy, a group of fifteen Dwarves stealthily walked into the forest, not wanting to disturb the merrimen
Forest of WhiteWind gently blows through the forest of whiteas snow silently falls to the white blanket.No sign of life in this forest of white as thesnow is fresh and soft with no prints of snow.The skies are grey with clouds, hardly any warmlight of the sun can break through the darkness asthe delicate flakes float to the earth,then become another part of the cover.The lake is frozen over with the waterfall frozen in time.Large, lifeless icicles is now the rushing water,blocking the cave of solitude,as wind echoes through the dark walls.Trees no longer have leaves, instead theyhave icicles forming on their branches.Grass does not exist in this silent frozen world.Only frozen, white ice.This frozen forest may look dead.It may even look lifeless.But if you close your eyes and take in that one breath.That one breath that can bring freshness to your lungs.You slowly open your eyes,a sight makes you frozen.A doe with its fawn, picking at the leavesof what is left on a snow-covered
The White ForestThe dull and gray skyand the icy breeze,gently blowing the tinyflakes down to the white earth.The lake is frozen overand the trees are in ablanket of white,hiding their lush green.No longer is there grassas the snow is untouched,glistening in the faint sun,dancing like countless fallen stars.Bitter cold is in the airas the sun is hardly there,but the beauty of white, empty forest,iss definitely a sight to see.
The OsteologistThe house was quiet as the osteologist was delicately working on placing a skeleton of a cat together for his oddity collection. Everything was quiet except for the gentle tinks now and then at placing the bones in place. Picking up the tweezers and putting them down again, his brown eyes were focused and concentrated on his work as the single lamp above his head was lighting his way to success. The young man would lightly brush his black hair from his eyes and carry on working. The cat was almost complete and his heart was pounding in eagerness at his newest work and with a steady hand, he tied the tail in place, then securely tied the bones in to have them stay.Cutting the wires to hold the skeleton together, and making the skeleton take position as if it was stalking its prey, he sat back with a smile of pride as he placed the tweezers down for good, then placed his hands on the back of his head. Admiring the newest member of the collection, the osteologist was proud of hims
Torment and InsanityThe screaming of the tormented,the laughter of the mad,the wailing of the dying;echoing in my mind.The blood running downthe rusted walls along with thestench of the rotting crimson liquid;the stench of death.The spirits of the dead,mocking me of their life.Laughing at the madin their petty revenge.The knife, shining, gleamingin the light, making me smilein joy of the sweet memoriesof freeing their souls.Mad, they called me,for helping the living die.Now, insanity, is myone and only savior.