Trees are evil. [open]

[Accalia]

(Note: I know, I know, first person present tense. A lot of forums don't allow it, but Spectrum is freestyle and there's nothing against it in the rules so I figured I'd try it and I can always revise if I get told off. So. Here goes.)

I have decided that I don't like trees.

I mean, normally, I'm fine with trees. Trees are cool. Trees give you shelter from the storm, and you can hide behind them when you're chasing deer, and they're pretty and all that. And you can have loads of fun climbing them.

But climbing this stupid oak tree I sort of slipped, okay, made a mistake, stupid me, yeah, yeah. Okay, maybe I was stupid. But that doesn't matter. It was the tree's fault. Trees are evil. There was this squirrel, and I unsheathed my claws and swiped at it and it ran away and then my claw got stuck in this stupid branch and owww, this hurts.

I think that is probably sufficient information on my current situation. With situation-analysing over, here's my current thoughts;

Ow.

This hurts.

This really, really hurts.

How do I get down?

It's sort of getting dark. I wish I had wings. I used to know a wolf who had wings. I envy them their freedom to just up and soar through the sky and... yeah, I'm getting sentimental whilst stuck by my super-long mutated claws in a tree. What? Is that unusual? Oops. I probably shouldn't be talking to myself, either, but that's just how I think. My thoughts are little voices in my head that talk to me, all the time. I do wonder how others think, though. In concepts, or images? or like me? I think in sentences, in words, all the time. Like a voice in my head. Except I'm not crazy. It's my way of thinking. I hope.

Anyway, with my thoughts babbling away like crazy in my head, another part of me is noticing that it's kinda dark now, and cold, and my claw hurts.

I wish somebody would come along and help me. It would be.... helpful. Definitely helpful. Not that I need help. I mean, I could totally get down from this tree myself... I think. I'm just letting somebody have the glory of helping me down... well. Um.

Trees are evil.

[gossamer]

lyall.

Flying felt strange to the wolf, since he hadn't in so long. Being able to be so high up was incredible. Wings stretching out, he glided along the air. His three tails, long front fangs, and antlers added to this monstrosity. Although, where he came from, mutations were considered 'handsome' or 'lovely'. He wasn't sure what they would think of him here. Landing would be hard, because the trees seemed so thick from above. Folding his wings a little, the yellow-ish wolf dove towards the ground. Tumbling onto the forest floor, his sharp antlers became stuck in a log. "What joy." he said, speaking to himself. At least I won't have to be bent over, since the log isn't heavy. It would be quite embarrassing if somebody saw him like this. As if somebody wanted him to be embarrassed, another wolf was at least a couple tail-lengths away from him, hanging in a tree. He hoped she couldn't see the log stuck on his antlers. "So do you hate nature now, too?"
Flapping his wings a small bit, he was able to land carefully on one of the stronger branches at her level. Trying not to look the she-wolf in the eye, he noticed her very long claws. He forgot that now, she could probably see his dumb antlers. "Would you like some help?" he said quietly. Maybe he could make some friends in this new place?