Post by Quercus Modus on Jan 24, 2006 21:40:24 GMT -5
The ice had finally melted. He could feel the silent breeze whistling quietly through his branches, but there were not yet any leaves to rustle. As the feeling came to his deeper roots, ever slowly, he gazed about him. The sky was blue, still, serene, just as it had always been; just as it was meant to be. The birds were not back yet; from where, nobody knew, but what was the reason to care? Life was peaceful, life was quiet. This was a land of tranquility.
He looked down at the ground. His sons and daughters, the Dryads, had not yet awoken from their deep slumber. I guess old age hath made me sleepless, he pondered, regaining feeling in his limbs. I guess a nap will do, until the birds come back and the sons and daughters awaken; until then, the Naiads may play to their hearts' content; 'tis near impossible to wake me.. And with that, he drifted off...
Post by mitsune666 on Jan 24, 2006 23:53:17 GMT -5
It may have been a few minutes later, it may have been a few hours later, it may even have been a few days later. For what does time matter for ones that live for centuries? As the first leaves began to grow back onto the trees, it was evident that spring was indeed bringing life back to the dormant forest. The twittering of birds could now be heard over the sound of the engorged streams rushing quickly with the runoff from by the recent thaw. In the twilight cast by dawn just breaching the cover created by the thickly forested area, a rustle of movement could be seen near the base of one of the many vast trees that filled the deep heart of the wood.
The movement had been caused by a squirrel dashing out of the brush around the base of a large yew. The cause of its rapid retreat was soon apparent as the sounds of creaking wood filled the area. The gnarled bark was twisting slightly and it appeared to buckle as a figure was disgorged from the tree itself.
Blinking in the sunlight that was now filtering through the new leaves, Syndrashal stood up and looked around. As he took in the view of nature's annual rebirth, a smile spread across his face as he looked towards the ancient tree that was in the very center of the forest, "Are you awake yet father, or am I going to have to wake you?"
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2006 23:53:30 GMT -5 by mitsune666
Post by Quercus Modus on Jan 26, 2006 23:28:25 GMT -5
Aah, what is this?
As he gazed about, he saw his leaves were growing back; soon enough, he would be the enormous, healthy-looking Oak that he had been for centuries. Birds could be seen jumping about his extensive branches, and he could spot a quaint nest being threaded for another set of eggs.
Spring, he sighed happily to himself. But what is this, he thought, looking down at his gigantic trunk. Aah; for it is my son Syndrashal.
He separated himself from his Tree, a very tall, noble figure. His legs were thick and covered with vines, wrapping up to his powerful torso. This was hidden by the enormous bushy beard, covered in silver leaves. His kind face did not have a carved look, but seemed human; from his head grew a great mane of vinelike hair and, just like his beard, was covered in silvery leaves. He was, in fact, the noble Dryad patriarch, father of all the Trees in the forest, uncle to all the Naiads who played in the glistening river.
"Greetings, my dear son Syndrashal. I sense it will be a fine year. Have you yet awoken the others?"thread
Last Edit: Jan 26, 2006 23:29:40 GMT -5 by Quercus Modus
Post by mitsune666 on Jan 28, 2006 21:19:37 GMT -5
As he saw the form of Modus pull itself from the tree, Syndrashal took a step back to allow him more room, he had of course been right next to the great tree about to poke it. He changed into a more human-like form, as at the moment he had looked more or less like an animated tree that had uprooted itself. His skin was a dark woody brown with an almost bark-like pattern on it, however still smooth like a humans. His long hair was a lighter brown with dark green at the tips of each strand, as spring progressed the green would spread till his hair was completely that color. The hair itself, swept down to his shoulders and the tips of his slightly pointed ears could be seen barely protruding from beneath it. His dark eyes had a mirthful look to them as though he was almost constantly laughing. He was 'clothed' in silvery vines, the same of which grew around the base of his home tree. A smile still across his lips as he looked around at the waking forest.
"I have not awakened any of your children yet, but I feel they shall also be feeling the oncoming warmth of spring. The rivers have almost thawed and the snow no longer covers all of the ground," as he reported this, he stretched his arms from his long slumber and turned his head sharply right then left. He looked mildly more content when the resounding pop was heard from his sharp turning, "Ahhhhh, thats better. Now, shall I go awaken more of our kin? Or should I let them sleep till they themselves feel it is time to wake up. Personally I feel it is time to begin bringing the forest back into the busy time of spring."
Post by Quercus Modus on Feb 2, 2006 14:49:04 GMT -5
The Dryad Patriarch gazed down at the Yew, taking in his words. A light breeze had appeared, swaying the slumbering trees to and fro as the returning birds played in the sky, adding a happy feeling to the serenity of the melting winter. Looking back up, he noticed small patches of snow yet to be melted. The river could be heard in the distance; the Oak had yet to meet with his Naiad cousins. "That is good to hear, my Yew son. I feel, deep in my roots, that this shall be a glorious year in our Nymph Wood."
Glancing back at his Tree, he noted with admiration the sheer size of it. Then again, with such an age, what wouldn't be? After Syndrashal stretched himself and shrugged off the feelings of sleep, he asked Quercus if waking the others was necessary. "Nay, my good son; Spring is not yet upon us, and my sons and daughters seem to be sleeping quite peacefully. There is no need yet to awaken them. When the last chill ends and our limbs are ready to leaf, then we may see to it that everyone has awoken. Until then, be patient."
Last Edit: Feb 2, 2006 14:52:25 GMT -5 by Quercus Modus
Post by anandaglen on Feb 10, 2006 11:25:41 GMT -5
Ananda smiled and shook herself awake. Her long hair mirrored the silver-grey color of her bark. Departing from her white Ash home tree she approached her brother and Father. She had never been particularly good at waiting. She was a mere 80 years old and was still impatient.
Post by Quercus Modus on Mar 7, 2006 16:53:06 GMT -5
Turning his heavily bearded head to gaze upon the newcomer, the Father was greeted by the sight of another of his children, the beautiful Ash, Ananda. "Aah, greetings, my good daughter; I can joyfully say that my slumber was enchanting as always. But what of you? For what reason are you, the sleepy Ash, awakened this early? I daresay I didn't wake you conversing with Syndrashal, did I?" His tone was playful, however old and wise it may have sounded; spring was upon them, and soon they would follow yet another beautiful year.
Post by anandaglen on Mar 13, 2006 12:49:38 GMT -5
Ananda smiled, understanding her father's sentiments. Yes this spring promised to be lovely. As if to cement that promise, it sent a soft breeze through the forest stirring the leaves of the mostly still slumbering trees.
"Nay, father, Thy conversation ist not what awoke me. I am awake merely because of the impatience and impetousness of the young." she gave her father and brother an impish grin. "Art either of you planning to attend to Seelie or Unseelie? This is a tithe year, and whichever pays the tithe shall doubtless roam our fair woods. They are disputing over this territory,or, they were when I fell asleep. Know either of you more about this?" bg
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