A Story...

It was a gorgeous day in my forest. The clear blue sky boasted a small amount of pallid clouds slowly drifting along, propelled by the mild breeze that made the leaves rustle ever so slightly. Through these leaves the warm sunlight filtered, sending shafts of golden light down upon the mossy floor. The ancient trees towered above, their aged trunks covered in knotted and twisted bark, and a few lichen here and there. Ferns and other foliage grew all about, their leaves curling, and a few of their stalks growing up the trees. Their tendrils grasped every knot and bump, and upon them the occasional flower would grow, its radiant petals sprinkled with sparkling dewdrops. Somewhere among the maze of trees was a little creek with a sparkling waterfall that trickled down the small rocks fixed in the soil. The whole forest was a miraculous thing, one you could take wonder and delight in, with its lovely scenery and breathtaking views. But the most important thing there for me was most certainly the immense variety of mushrooms.

You see, I took great delight in observing the plants, and in my zeal have learned as much as possible about them. Mushrooms were my passion, you see, and they still are today. Every day I would embark on a trip to find mushrooms. I'd usually have the edible variety for lunch or dinner, too. It was something that let me explore the lands of my home, and observe the things I was so passionate about.

It was on one of my daily strolls that I found myself in a darker, rather sinister area in the forest. The foliage on the trees was so thick there that scarcely any light passed through to the region below. The trunks on the trees were tinted grey, and not a single plant dared to bloom there. The mushrooms that grew here were large, and rather dark, as that type of environment is their favorite � moist, dark places � and as I walked over to the decaying log where the mushrooms were growing, something caught my eye.
A pair of glowing red bloodshot eyes were watching me hungrily from the darkness of the trees.
A shiver went down my spine, and I stood to face the pair of scarlet eyes, still seeming to frown in that darkness, which seemed all the more potent at this time. I stared the crimson orbs down, until they seemed to fade away and I stood all alone in the forest. Behind me I heard a rustle in the leaves, and I turned around to find myself facing that same pair of eyes, only attached to something now. A giant, black lupe.

Now, his size should have sent me running, as he was around twice as large as I, with massive muscles that I could see rippling in his arms and legs, and he looked as if he was about ready to rip me to shreds. One other thing that frightened me, though, aside from his size and muscles, was this bloodthirsty, angry look in his eye, and when he made eye contact with me the look on his face turned to one of pure horror. To this day I still don't know what was going on in that lupe's mind. The black lupe bounded off into the forest, and I was in no hurry to follow him.
The next few days I spent searching for mushrooms close my home, chopping them up and using them in various tasty recipes. But I soon tired of that, and packed a sack full of lunch for my daily mushroom-hunt. I ended up meandering off to the outskirts of my forest in the hope of finding some new mushrooms, and discovered something that changed my life.

As I was walking inside my forest, I could see things through the trees on the outside. That particular day was rather grey and rainy, but in the part of the forest I was in was especially dreary and dark. I paused to take a look, and saw that it happened to be raining. A scraggly tree grew out of the dead grass, and it appeared to be growing on a cliff. And standing on this cliff, braced as if to throw himself off, was the lupe I had met in the forest not so long ago.

I couldn't help myself. I couldn't just let him throw himself off. Out of the forest I leaped, and dashed towards the big, muscular figure on the cliff. "No," I cried, "Please, for your own sake, don't do it!" The lupe looked at me with his red eyes, which softened and closed in submission. We sat together in silence a while, and I would look at him every now and then, and observe his furrowed brow. He looked as if he was contemplating some great injustice, or had had much pain in his life. I could tell that he hadn't eaten in days, maybe weeks. And so, I convinced him to follow me home, so I could keep an eye on him and nurse him back to health.

When we got back, I allowed him to bathe, eat, and, sleep. He slept for 3 whole days, up to the point where I was convinced that he may never have woke up. But he awoke, and when he did, I questioned him and found out more about him, although he refused to tell me of his life. His name is Roubald. After a few months of living together, nursing him back to health, he was ready to leave.

But he couldn't leave me. he said it was to hard for him. I felt the exact same way inside. And so we have lived together ever since. we're desparately in love.

As Rhist finishes her story, she sighs. Oh, how I love Roub... :3

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