Ancel moved with ease through the dark woods. He did not need a lamp or lightstone to guide him. This part of the Greenleaf held no secrets for him, not after ten years of exploring it. Damien loped a few feet ahead of him. Early morning bird songs accompanied him on his way, and Ancel closed his eyes and basked in their singing. Less than half an hour later, they reached the clearing. Damien stood still at the entrance to the area with his ears pricked up. His knife-sharp bone hackles stood on end. The hackles spread from around his neck down to middle of his back. A whine escaped his throat. Ancel looked past Damien and his breath caught. All the kinai plants were dead. A strange stench underlay the sweet, yet pungent odor of the rotted fruit.
[This message has been edited by TerryS (edited October 02, 2010).]
Posted by PB&Jenny (Member # 9200) on :
Nice work, Terry. I don't see any immediate issues with it. If I had any nit with it, I'd have put in a better description of the clearing.
Calling it 'the ancient clearing' or something like that. And probably giving the plants something to give them more importance to the MC, like 'All the sacred Kinai plants were dead'. But that's just me.
