Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2014 23:11:57 GMT -5
DEVILIAN TASMANE Left, left, left right left. Thats how I managed my walk through these woods every day, axe slung over my shoulders like the weight was nothing. Sometimes I whistled the tune, other times I just think it. One time, I decided to say it aloud, my voice booming and echoing through the trees because thats how the soldiers did it. Maybe they'd done that exact same thing as me, trudge through trees while repeating that same tune. Left, left, left right left. The other workers had gotten all kinds of miffed when I continued on every time I walked somewhere, though, and by the end of the day it looked like one of them was going to pile drive an axe right into my face, so that activity came to an end sooner than expected. Sometimes i'd reach for them, for the branches that taunted me, telling me to grab hold and climb them like my father used to. Often times i'd get so close, oh so close, like my fingernails were about to scrape through the soft yet hard bark of tree. But i'd always pull my hand back. And i'd always replace it with something a lot sharper than my fingernail, something that wouldn't just scrape the wood, but it'd demolish it. An axe, like any other person in this district. An axe, that would go through that tree with a few heavy blows (Something I was perfectly capable of doing, thank you very much), and an axe that would stop them from taunting me. And then, back to whistling and chopping. Whistling and chopping, whistling and chopping all day long. And that was what I was doing today, face smeared with dirt and sweat and body bundled up in as many layers as I could manage (Which, to be quite honest still wasn't that many). I liked to be deep inside the woods, where only the riskier folks liked to go and where I could whistle and shout and laugh at the trees as they fell all I wanted. The cold air nipping at my exposed cheeks, my fingers tightening as the axe swung downwards and into the hardened skin of the tree. Devilian Tasmane, soldier, whistler, and killer of trees. template by chelsey |
