Do as you please
10-07-2018, 10:14 PM
this place was totally new after the tall grassy meadow. he may not be one of those do-gooder adventure types, but he was damn sure he could easily log the steps he had taken to make his way back. a meadow was hard to miss, after all. Puck wasn't entirely sure where he entered this land. it had been a few days now and not knowing where each place was didn't help. he could chalk it up to being a total newbie. he could also chalk it up to 'he really doesn't give a crap'. he had traveled for most of his life so far. what was the harm in a little more? as he moved as quietly as he could, that illusion was broken as he began to whistle. crap. wasn't he supposed to be cautious in a new place? oh well. not like he couldn't handle himself if push came to shove.
the tune was an old one. a telling of the old earth sprites that did something he couldn't remember. he didn't really want to anyway. it was just a little tune. he didn't need the words. his mother used to sing to him, and try as she might he wasn't the most musically inclined. the fae folk, the fair folk... that was all it was. fairies. earth sprites, them all. that's why he had been called his name, after all. or rather he was inspired by her stories of the folk and took it for himself. he had been named something else. something that he had shaken as soon as he could. it made no sense for him to linger in the past, though the past was often a home for fond memories. so that's basically his superhero origin story. Puck was Puck. self-named. the whole shebang.
movement ahead alerted him before the scent of a female drifted toward him. was that his imagination or was there a hint of blood? being the gentleman he was, he walked forward to see what was up. he couldn't in good conscience leave a lady alone to her injuries. the smell, however, was very faint. but upon closer inspection of the woman's incoming frame, he could tell she had the makings of someone that had been in a fight. she had jerked him out of his thoughts, and for that, he had to thank her. "hey hey hey" he beamed upon coming into her sight, rounding her body from a safe distance to stand in front of her. she was a pretty thing, if truth be told, all the colors of autumn. "wouldn't happen to live here, would ya? I'm pretty lost." he said all this rather cheerfully. as if being lost wasn't a concern for him.
the tune was an old one. a telling of the old earth sprites that did something he couldn't remember. he didn't really want to anyway. it was just a little tune. he didn't need the words. his mother used to sing to him, and try as she might he wasn't the most musically inclined. the fae folk, the fair folk... that was all it was. fairies. earth sprites, them all. that's why he had been called his name, after all. or rather he was inspired by her stories of the folk and took it for himself. he had been named something else. something that he had shaken as soon as he could. it made no sense for him to linger in the past, though the past was often a home for fond memories. so that's basically his superhero origin story. Puck was Puck. self-named. the whole shebang.
movement ahead alerted him before the scent of a female drifted toward him. was that his imagination or was there a hint of blood? being the gentleman he was, he walked forward to see what was up. he couldn't in good conscience leave a lady alone to her injuries. the smell, however, was very faint. but upon closer inspection of the woman's incoming frame, he could tell she had the makings of someone that had been in a fight. she had jerked him out of his thoughts, and for that, he had to thank her. "hey hey hey" he beamed upon coming into her sight, rounding her body from a safe distance to stand in front of her. she was a pretty thing, if truth be told, all the colors of autumn. "wouldn't happen to live here, would ya? I'm pretty lost." he said all this rather cheerfully. as if being lost wasn't a concern for him.
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