northern falwood

Fish had perculiar mannerisms. It had never had the chance to observe them so closely. Or for so long. Schools of them sifted around it, larger ones eating smaller ones, smaller ones flitting between one another, in an endless, meandering circle of natural cycles. It was enough to drive one...

A splinter of glinting steel in a scar of scorched earth. The eye of the magpie caught it, attracted by its glow. But when it landed, it found to its bestial disappointment nothing but burnt trees and the glint of a massive blade catching the sunlight. The glade was rendered into a black husk...

She was still on the hunt. Weeks had turned into months, and the only way Livia knew it had been several by now was the turning of the leaves indicating that they were headed into autumn. That meant two months ago she had celebrated her birthday, and... two months since... Liv did not finish...