Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Red had traversed these woods enough times to know its paths like the back of his hand - only now, he was lost. Something about them had changed in time. Where there once were clearings, there were now only more trees and more darkness. The branches had shed their foliage and reached out like old, decrepit hands made weak with age. Red cowered away from them, as if they might actually seize him away, and pulled the hood of the crimson sweater for which he was known over his head for protection.
He once trusted these woods and the animals within it; they were always there to lead him through to the village on the other side whenever he was in need. Now, he only saw vicious, red eyes glaring at him from within trees and the undergrowth, and they disappeared as soon as he noticed them. A visible chill ran through him. Before, the only thing in the woods he had to fear was the man he'd come to know, almost affectionately, as the Big, Bad Wolf. He was a tall, handsome fellow with pools of charm that never ran dry. Nevertheless, he was not to be trusted. He had been burned once before. There was a reason Red slept with a machete under his bed, and carried it with him in his knapsack now.
He once trusted these woods and the animals within it; they were always there to lead him through to the village on the other side whenever he was in need. Now, he only saw vicious, red eyes glaring at him from within trees and the undergrowth, and they disappeared as soon as he noticed them. A visible chill ran through him. Before, the only thing in the woods he had to fear was the man he'd come to know, almost affectionately, as the Big, Bad Wolf. He was a tall, handsome fellow with pools of charm that never ran dry. Nevertheless, he was not to be trusted. He had been burned once before. There was a reason Red slept with a machete under his bed, and carried it with him in his knapsack now.