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Oleg laid his eyes upon the lush, verdant grass. He feasted on it, feeling a rush of serotonin flood his brain.
"Quite...pretty!" The forest was the orchestra of his mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another; her leaves danced to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind. In here, sheltered by the mighty trees, was every kind of life, from the humble beetle to enchanting birds of every color. He held his hands up to feel the cascading light, a brilliant white shaft illuminating the path that took him into the great unknown. Oleg saw it, his eyes glistering in awe. Mighty columns soaring sky-high, far above any Earthly tree that had caught his gaze. Their canopy blotted out the star of the morning, assimilating her radiance to nourish themselves.
An ordinary man would've felt intimidated, stirred even, for there was no telling what beasts skulked about in these forsaken groves, where the human foot hadn't encroached upon for centuries. Out of the corner of his eye, Oleg noticed a strange critter drilling its way into one of the trunks. It looked abnormal, to say the least, with an amber-colored, almost radiating torso and a maroon head attached to it. Its legs were long, with three segments respectively. Oleg's brow arched when the critter unveiled its well-developed mandibles, using them to detach large chunks of bark from the plant's surface.
"Holy cow. You are positively huge, ain'tcha?" The bug, could of course, not answer, but it did skitter a few inches sideways, trying to hide from Oleg's prying eyes.
Unphased, Oleg placed his dish-plate-sized hand dangerously close to it with all of his fingers outstretched, gauging the insectoid's size. It reared, bearing its snapping mandibles against Oleg's nearest digit, nearly grazing it, but the human was quicker, pulling away just in time to save his skin.
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down, fella. I mean no harm," he replied through a chuckle, grinning from ear to ear like a goofy kid he secretly was. If only a nearly 8 feet tall, muscular man could be called a kid, that is.
"Sheesh, everyone is so hostile these days." Oleg's eyes made a roll, and he swung his head back, lips pursed. "Oooo~!" His reaction came unexpectedly, seemingly out of the left field. To an untrained eye, Oleg was alone, talking to himself. It didn't help that his eyes rested on no particular spot, aimlessly tracing the contours of the all-encompassing groove above.
"I don't know who you are, but it's an awful lot weird to be spying on random people in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere," exclaimed Oleg, nostrils flaring to inhale as much of the grassy scent as possible. He knew that someone, yes, someone, not something, was observing him from a slight elevation. It was only a matter of figuring out who and why.
"And don't get any funny ideas, whoever you are." There was but the slightest tang of lazy confidence in his voice. Oleg pocketed one of his hands, pulling from it a fistful of wild berries to stuff his mouth with. The observer must've thought him a tad brutish, possibly piggish too, judging by his tableside manners.
Nacola Vargr
"Quite...pretty!" The forest was the orchestra of his mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another; her leaves danced to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind. In here, sheltered by the mighty trees, was every kind of life, from the humble beetle to enchanting birds of every color. He held his hands up to feel the cascading light, a brilliant white shaft illuminating the path that took him into the great unknown. Oleg saw it, his eyes glistering in awe. Mighty columns soaring sky-high, far above any Earthly tree that had caught his gaze. Their canopy blotted out the star of the morning, assimilating her radiance to nourish themselves.
An ordinary man would've felt intimidated, stirred even, for there was no telling what beasts skulked about in these forsaken groves, where the human foot hadn't encroached upon for centuries. Out of the corner of his eye, Oleg noticed a strange critter drilling its way into one of the trunks. It looked abnormal, to say the least, with an amber-colored, almost radiating torso and a maroon head attached to it. Its legs were long, with three segments respectively. Oleg's brow arched when the critter unveiled its well-developed mandibles, using them to detach large chunks of bark from the plant's surface.
"Holy cow. You are positively huge, ain'tcha?" The bug, could of course, not answer, but it did skitter a few inches sideways, trying to hide from Oleg's prying eyes.
Unphased, Oleg placed his dish-plate-sized hand dangerously close to it with all of his fingers outstretched, gauging the insectoid's size. It reared, bearing its snapping mandibles against Oleg's nearest digit, nearly grazing it, but the human was quicker, pulling away just in time to save his skin.
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down, fella. I mean no harm," he replied through a chuckle, grinning from ear to ear like a goofy kid he secretly was. If only a nearly 8 feet tall, muscular man could be called a kid, that is.
"Sheesh, everyone is so hostile these days." Oleg's eyes made a roll, and he swung his head back, lips pursed. "Oooo~!" His reaction came unexpectedly, seemingly out of the left field. To an untrained eye, Oleg was alone, talking to himself. It didn't help that his eyes rested on no particular spot, aimlessly tracing the contours of the all-encompassing groove above.
"I don't know who you are, but it's an awful lot weird to be spying on random people in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere," exclaimed Oleg, nostrils flaring to inhale as much of the grassy scent as possible. He knew that someone, yes, someone, not something, was observing him from a slight elevation. It was only a matter of figuring out who and why.
"And don't get any funny ideas, whoever you are." There was but the slightest tang of lazy confidence in his voice. Oleg pocketed one of his hands, pulling from it a fistful of wild berries to stuff his mouth with. The observer must've thought him a tad brutish, possibly piggish too, judging by his tableside manners.
Nacola Vargr
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