[OP-F6] Jungle of Butterflies

[Oske 0]

Oske stood alone outside of the glimmering jungle, vines wrapping around trees and sprouting into flowers at the ends. The flowers sparkled and glowed, sending lights out similar to the light from glowing water. She swallowed—it was late at night, and she was on a mission. This was the Butterfly Jungle—and there were creatures that had something to do with butterflies there, obviously. Being the Butterfly Blacksmith, she knew it was her destiny to gain a new pet there. After all, her old familiar had recently passed.

[Shard 0]

Shard just really hated bugs. He had been coming through his forest now for the few weeks or so, during his occasional commute the a favoured spawn point of his, and as always, he was being assaulted by bugs. Only a short distance into the forest, Shard had already been attacked by a few low level mobs. They were swiftly delt with, but there was always a side effect when Shard fought bugs. The large man groans deeply, as he leans up against a tree, wiping green bug goo off his clothing. His scowling face calms some, as he wipes away the last of the entrails from his pants, now looking up and around himself.

As usual, the jungle was beautiful. In a sense at least. It was raw, unrefined, and dangerous. The endless green, accented by shimmering moisture collecting on leaves, lead to a stunning shimmering effect, when standing in the right place at least. At that moment, as the moon illuminated the forest, it seemed to tinge the entire jungle a soft silver. For a moment, Shard stood motionless, staring into the depths of the forest. He really wished he had invested in Night Vision about now.

Shaking his head, sending cool perspiration flying from his hair, Shard hefts his bland onto his shoulder, stepping up and over a fallen tree, with the intent of moving deeper into the "butterfly" forest. Shard didn't mind the butterfly's so much, seeing as he never seemed to run into them on the particular trail he took. He knew they could become familiars- actually, most creature mobs could be a familiar, but Shard never really had an interest in owning a pet.

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"Why- huff- Me?- huff"

Shard stood at the entrance of the forest, doubled over, and peanting heavily. He had just spent the past while running for his life through that god forsaken insect hole. Sure it went well enough when he stayed on that path, but as soon as he tripped, falling down that hill into a river, everything went to balls. First giant slugs, then a swarm of bee's came and chased him out of the forest.

The man winces, feeling a slight pain as he looked up to his HP bar. No great deal of health lost, but he could see that he had been poisoned by the bee's. Slowly, he took a few more points of health damage, before the poison icon flashed, then vanished. Looking at his HUD, shard shrugged tiredly. HE would make the health back up through regen eventually. No need to waste a crystal.

Standing up from his doubled over position, Shard stretches his long body out, grabbing his blade which had been stabbed into the ground. He was about to head beck into the forest, when he noticed a young lady, standing a short distance away, peering into the forest. Shard's face went contemplative, eyes narrow as he gazed in her direction. Only a short time ago, Shard would have let her to her own devices, not wanting to get involved lest her think him some terrifying creature of the night. Lately however, Shard realized that maybe it was okay to put a small iota of trust into people. What's the worst that could happen.

Cautiously, softly, Shard steps over to the girl, making sure his sword his on his back, and he didn't have any more insect goo on his clothing. Once a few meters away, Shard clears his throat, his face largely impassive, but eyes soft. She seemed almost nervous, looking into the forest.

"Miss?" Shard's voice is low, but clear. He keeps his arms to his sides, his dark obsidian eyes hovering down onto the woman's brown hair.

[Oske 0]

"EiiiiAAH!" Oske shouted, jumping back. She pointed her sword at Shard's chest, panting after being quite startled. "State your name and business!"

She waited for a hit, expecting to be healed right after anyway. She then remembered... her special little friend who healed her sometimes was gone now. She took a shaky swallow, then lowered her sword slightly in sadness. Her eyes wandered away, unable to remain at the man's height.