Steven Fox
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Sunset Black
In the dark of night, the world was born. The Marshalls would have you believe this, but the true morning to life came from the sun. Nearly two weeks had passed since the brisk light of day had beamed the Land to life when the wolf had prowled the Dead Plains and now they hold the highest seats in the Metro Building. Once hundreds of humanoid species had drowned the vast landscapes of Solheim, our home. Before the War humanity lived symbiotically with the Land. The common practice was to give when one had received. If one were to feed from the Land, then that person would have to give back to the Land in equal measure. Back then Solheim could speak to the people. Many people to this day believe that the Land still speaks, but humanity has long since forgotten her language. Titus was one of the few, though he wasn’t all together human, but a stout creature built like the trunk a 400-year pine. He was a gentle being; his oak knot eyes could warm the heart of any who had the nerve to gaze into them. For such a mass of stature to possess such a tender touch, he was often referred to as Titus the Coward behind is back, until one drunken day a soldier let the slur slip in his presence. Titus sadly sighed and slipped away back into the woods. The cruel learned that day they “needn’t worry of retaliation from the tree bitch” they’d say, “he won’t fight back anyway.”
By Steven Fox5 years ago in Fiction
Sunset Black
In the dark of night, the world was born. The Marshalls would have you believe this, but the true morning to life came from the sun. Nearly two weeks had passed since the brisk light of day had beamed the Land to life when the wolf had prowled the Dead Plains and now they hold the highest seats in the Metro Building. Once hundreds of humanoid species had drowned the vast landscapes of Solheim, our home. Before the War humanity lived symbiotically with the Land. The common practice was to give when one had received. If one were to feed from the Land, then that person would have to give back to the Land in equal measure. Back then Solheim could speak to the people. Many people to this day believe that the Land still speaks, but humanity has long since forgotten her language. Titus was one of the few, though he wasn’t all together human, but a stout creature built like the trunk a 400-year pine. He was a gentle being; his oak knot eyes could warm the heart of any who had the nerve to gaze into them. For such a mass of stature to possess such a tender touch, he was often referred to as Titus the Coward behind is back, until one drunken day a soldier let the slur slip in his presence. Titus sadly sighed and slipped away back into the woods. The cruel learned that day they “needn’t worry of retaliation from the tree bitch” they’d say, “he won’t fight back anyway.”
By Steven Fox5 years ago in Fiction
