The Forbidden Fruit has Rotted
The sun cast its' gaze across the sparsely snow-covered ground, assessing the damage caused by the cold and the snow. Today wasn't as cold as the day the carrier of the blaze rekindled the coals of his relationship with his sister. The memory of their first embrace in a year brought a shiver through his spine. He could smell her still, even though he'd left her a few days ago. It was time he had looked over this vast land, and his travels had taken him far, but it was in this distance that he felt whole. The world still spun regardless of his movements, but it just seemed pointless to lie in wait. He needed to move, he craved action, movement, and his thirst to better himself was more than enough to fuel his movements. His dark pelt rose and fell as he walked, his paw pads kicking up snow and loose dirt as he glided across the terrain. Those molten yellow-orange circled eyes lit up as he crossed into an orchard. Curiosity killed the cat, right?
Setekh stopped, marveling the wonder before him. Rows and rows of trees, shrubs, bushes, but most, if not all, as far as the eye could see, were bare and dead. Piles of questionably round objects half-squashed littered the ground he walked on. Leaning down, he approached the closest half-orb and prodded it with his nose. Almost instantly, the brute reeled backward, brown liquid oozed from the fruit and his scent was filled with foul and damnable things. Stifling the urge to vomit, the brute bared his fangs and growled, his stomach churning. It's a good thing I didn't eat yet today... His eyes glistened with sick tears, and his tail lashed angrily behind him. Backing up the beast glared at the fruit one last time, before ambling on, deeper into the grove. For a moment, the trees held a sense of wonder, but now... Now he sensed they held a power, a sickening power.
The thought festered in his mind, and he stopped before another gnarled tree. It's branches twisted upward and out, praising the heavens, while also drooping in spots. The goliath bared its soul, all but one low branch. Setekh inspected it with a curiosity befitting a child, his eyes questioning the glistening orb hanging from the tree. Though everything else around here took on a deep brown tone, or even green, some looking fuzzy, and most looking completely inedible, this one looked like it called for someone to eat it. Encased in ice, he watched the water drip from the tendrils, and he desire to lap at it. He sat, gingerly, his tail brushing away some of the foul smelling items, and his tongue moistened his lips, "So this is the fabled forbidden fruit... How delicious." He mused, his vocals reaching out into the near-silence, a few stray crows and ravens scoured the skies, searching for meals, "Now comes the real question, how to taste your... innards." His ears lowered, and his head tilted. How indeed, or more importantly, was the inside of this frozen treat as rotten as the ones that fell to their demise?
ooc: I'm interested in getting Setekh into learning about plants, both healing and poisonous, because his skill is healing, as well as possibly make some friends/frenimies/acquaintances, and maybe one enemy, but be forewarned, any of Setekh's family can intrude at any time in his threads, and if attacked, it's likely it won't be a fair 1 v 1. This post is marked mature because he can and probably will be for mature audiences.