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TheFoxMaiden
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The sounds of leaves rustling, and branches falling to the hard cold ground echoed through the valley. Small rodents scurried for shelter. Fear illuminated in the depths of their eyes. A pack a wolves howled in the distance. Giving the growing dark another eerie tone. Just a hour before, the night sky was bright with shinning stars. A small breeze was the only disturbance, but now the hair on her neck began to stand up. Something seemed to be watching from the very sky. "How silly...." Iris said to herself. Already she knew the wilderness of Romania was vast and untamed. Yet she still wanted to visit the Carpathian Mountains. The lore was mesmerizing. Stories of nosferatu and vampires always seemed to captivate her imagination. Iris continued to stay lost in her thoughts. One foot after the other lead her further down the path which would take her to the village at the base of the mountains. Though, Iris couldn't help the feeling as if something was off, this night seemed different from the others. Every afternoon she had traveled through these woods, but never had she been so afraid.
A bright flash lit up the night sky, as dark clouds began to spin. The storm was becoming more turbulent. Iris knew she needed to get back to the inn, or she would get trapped out in this thick forest. Taking off into a fast sprint, she ran for what in her mind was safety. Each twist and turn lead her closer, but no matter how fast she ran still the feeling of eyes remained. Wind whipped her long red hair into her face. The cold bit into her pale skin despite her thick flannel jacket. Her breath labored and burned with each intake. It seemed she had already been running for hours. Iris was becoming unsure if she was on the right path, or was the gathering storm slowing her journey. Glancing to the right and left with her enormous green eyes, she noticed shadows moving on either side. It was a pack of wolves she had heard them not to long ago, but didn't realize they were so close. Eyes dark red watching her every move. Iris slapped her lips together to hold back the bloodcurdling scream. "Just keep running!" She said with great urgency.
In the distance she could see dim lights that usually lined the cobble stone streets. After a few more moments of running she burst through the wooden barrier of the forest. Taking a few deep breaths, a sense of relief took over. The familiar cabin like homes greeted her. However, the streets seemed to be completely empty. Not a huge surprise after what she witnessed. A deep sigh escaped her chapped lips. With a quick walk she continued down towards the inn. Each shadow of alley ways reached out to entangle her. A small squeal escaped her mouth as it seemed a few had taken on the very shape of the wolves.
"Stop it Iris!" She said to herself. In her head she felt foolish for being such a child. There was nothing to fear in the darkness. Well that is what she assumed, but maybe there is something more to the legends of the Carpathian Mountains. With a quick glance over her shoulder she could see the dark shade of the mountains in the horizon. Their large white peaks were magnificent to behold, but enthralling. The very earth seemed to call to all things that lived. This place was strange indeed.....very strange.
A bright flash lit up the night sky, as dark clouds began to spin. The storm was becoming more turbulent. Iris knew she needed to get back to the inn, or she would get trapped out in this thick forest. Taking off into a fast sprint, she ran for what in her mind was safety. Each twist and turn lead her closer, but no matter how fast she ran still the feeling of eyes remained. Wind whipped her long red hair into her face. The cold bit into her pale skin despite her thick flannel jacket. Her breath labored and burned with each intake. It seemed she had already been running for hours. Iris was becoming unsure if she was on the right path, or was the gathering storm slowing her journey. Glancing to the right and left with her enormous green eyes, she noticed shadows moving on either side. It was a pack of wolves she had heard them not to long ago, but didn't realize they were so close. Eyes dark red watching her every move. Iris slapped her lips together to hold back the bloodcurdling scream. "Just keep running!" She said with great urgency.
In the distance she could see dim lights that usually lined the cobble stone streets. After a few more moments of running she burst through the wooden barrier of the forest. Taking a few deep breaths, a sense of relief took over. The familiar cabin like homes greeted her. However, the streets seemed to be completely empty. Not a huge surprise after what she witnessed. A deep sigh escaped her chapped lips. With a quick walk she continued down towards the inn. Each shadow of alley ways reached out to entangle her. A small squeal escaped her mouth as it seemed a few had taken on the very shape of the wolves.
"Stop it Iris!" She said to herself. In her head she felt foolish for being such a child. There was nothing to fear in the darkness. Well that is what she assumed, but maybe there is something more to the legends of the Carpathian Mountains. With a quick glance over her shoulder she could see the dark shade of the mountains in the horizon. Their large white peaks were magnificent to behold, but enthralling. The very earth seemed to call to all things that lived. This place was strange indeed.....very strange.