Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Once upon a time.....That's how it would have begun if this was some normal nursery rhyme or tall tale that helped little boys and girls sleep at night. It's for a story with happy endings, and good wholesome morals to be learned and live by. But that isn't this story, so let's begin again:
The sky was overcast and grey, the sun hardly ever shown during the day, and of course never at night. It's bright rays could hardly sneak past the dark thick blanket of clouds that seemed to permanently hang in the skies. The trees grew tall and dark, their leaves hardly ever green, and when they where they where a green so deep they seemed nearly black. Through the dense forest there was a single path that had been made by some very daring soul perhaps. Whomever it was, they hardly used it, in fact the forest hand begun to claim sections of it back, as thick branches and deep roots would grow along it in areas, making it hard to ever find it again if one was not careful.
Few things lived among the trees, dark small birds darted at times from branch to branch, they hardly made a sound, and even when they would chirp and commune, it hardly carried far in the dense woods. Small rodents like squirrels and chipmunks ran along the trees as well, though it was a mystery what they ate, as none of the trees produced fruit, and the fruits that grew seemed shriveled and sickle, or small and bitter, hardly edible for any life. A small rumor had it that they had turned to cannibalism, hence why one rarely saw the small furry things.
One story that many would heed though, was the tale of a wolf, that lurked in these woods. His fur was black and seemed to waver and shift as if shadow, his eyes, a deep red, many believed he could not see, or had developed some form of permanent night vision to compensate for the dark forest. He stood tall like a man, taller then most, with sinew and form to compare. What he wore none knew, though many had ideas, be it skin of beast, or flesh of his latest victim. Oh yes he was a male, people knew that for the fact that it seemed it had a taste for maidens, what he did with them one could only speculate, if a man traveled in these woods, he was usually found dead, gutted and torn, but hardly ever any sign of being devoured, even partially. But a fair maiden, well they were just never seen again.
The sky was overcast and grey, the sun hardly ever shown during the day, and of course never at night. It's bright rays could hardly sneak past the dark thick blanket of clouds that seemed to permanently hang in the skies. The trees grew tall and dark, their leaves hardly ever green, and when they where they where a green so deep they seemed nearly black. Through the dense forest there was a single path that had been made by some very daring soul perhaps. Whomever it was, they hardly used it, in fact the forest hand begun to claim sections of it back, as thick branches and deep roots would grow along it in areas, making it hard to ever find it again if one was not careful.
Few things lived among the trees, dark small birds darted at times from branch to branch, they hardly made a sound, and even when they would chirp and commune, it hardly carried far in the dense woods. Small rodents like squirrels and chipmunks ran along the trees as well, though it was a mystery what they ate, as none of the trees produced fruit, and the fruits that grew seemed shriveled and sickle, or small and bitter, hardly edible for any life. A small rumor had it that they had turned to cannibalism, hence why one rarely saw the small furry things.
One story that many would heed though, was the tale of a wolf, that lurked in these woods. His fur was black and seemed to waver and shift as if shadow, his eyes, a deep red, many believed he could not see, or had developed some form of permanent night vision to compensate for the dark forest. He stood tall like a man, taller then most, with sinew and form to compare. What he wore none knew, though many had ideas, be it skin of beast, or flesh of his latest victim. Oh yes he was a male, people knew that for the fact that it seemed it had a taste for maidens, what he did with them one could only speculate, if a man traveled in these woods, he was usually found dead, gutted and torn, but hardly ever any sign of being devoured, even partially. But a fair maiden, well they were just never seen again.
