Post by ateyo on Sept 1, 2012 22:42:03 GMT -5
It had just begun to get dark when Ateyo entered the forest. The smallest bit of stars were becoming visible and some of the foliage was already glowing. But he had just started to make his journey.
The tall blue male headed north, navigating through the trees and over logs, even through a small stream. He knew it wasn't too far, it coudn't be. His gold eyes searched rapidly for the bright color he wanted to see.
It was a good while of walking before he could see an opening in the distance. One filled with dark soil all around and only a single plant in the middle; a small but growing tree with pink dangling leaves. It was the regrowing at the Tree of Voices. Over 100 years and it was still young and barely a fraction of what it used to be. Stories told Ateyo of it's massive size and beauty, a place where so many once found comfort... Now almost no one came. It was a sad place... but the small tree in the middle was hope. It overcame the sadness of the place.
The muscular Na'vi walked through the openess of the field and over to the tree. He stood just under it's branches and took hold of a pink strand. Slowly he connected his braid with it and closed his eyes. The voices were as small as whispers. It was hard to make out any voices. They sounded as small as the tree was. He wondered if he could get anything from this place at all...
..urn..ound...
He heard a distinct voice sound out something, but it was undistinguishable. Ateyo squinted with his eyes closed and paid more attention, hoping the voice would repeat.
Turn around it spoke again.
Immediately he blinked open and detached from it. A warning?! His heart pounded with the thought of danger nearby. He hadn't brought anything besides a dagger, and that could only do so much.
He rapidly looked around behind him for what the voice could have been talking about...
The tall blue male headed north, navigating through the trees and over logs, even through a small stream. He knew it wasn't too far, it coudn't be. His gold eyes searched rapidly for the bright color he wanted to see.
It was a good while of walking before he could see an opening in the distance. One filled with dark soil all around and only a single plant in the middle; a small but growing tree with pink dangling leaves. It was the regrowing at the Tree of Voices. Over 100 years and it was still young and barely a fraction of what it used to be. Stories told Ateyo of it's massive size and beauty, a place where so many once found comfort... Now almost no one came. It was a sad place... but the small tree in the middle was hope. It overcame the sadness of the place.
The muscular Na'vi walked through the openess of the field and over to the tree. He stood just under it's branches and took hold of a pink strand. Slowly he connected his braid with it and closed his eyes. The voices were as small as whispers. It was hard to make out any voices. They sounded as small as the tree was. He wondered if he could get anything from this place at all...
..urn..ound...
He heard a distinct voice sound out something, but it was undistinguishable. Ateyo squinted with his eyes closed and paid more attention, hoping the voice would repeat.
Turn around it spoke again.
Immediately he blinked open and detached from it. A warning?! His heart pounded with the thought of danger nearby. He hadn't brought anything besides a dagger, and that could only do so much.
He rapidly looked around behind him for what the voice could have been talking about...
