1. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    With the drums, begun the dance and a song. The anxious weight in his mind and his stomach fled, burrowing away into the skin that tingled. The percussion was in the air, every vibration electric, her grandmother’s voice reduced to sounds as the word’s and their meaning eluded him. Like...
  2. Aarno

    Bits & Pieces

    THEY MINE SPECTROLITE IN THESE HILLS YEARS UPON YEARS AGO There was someone in his house. It stood a squat shape amidst the tall pines and cold rockfaces, edges of the roof smoothed out by a thick layer of snow. Nothing but a gradient of grey ahead, save for a sliver of firelight glowing...
  3. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A dance, a feast, offerings to the spirits. It didn’t sound half bad at all. While he wasn’t entirely inexperienced with the last, he had to figure perhaps they did things differently here than he was used to. Belongs to woods’ witches, were his customs. Just take it in stride — they’ll...
  4. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Not long had he the opportunity, at her obliging, to return to any sliver of his leisurely standing around, when already something else stirred the grove. A whole band of shepherds and their charge, amongst them who quickly would approach further by the mere sight of his fellow knight. Her...
  5. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    From the first touch, it was incredibly warm. Earnestly, in every fibre from the bottom of its chin to the tip of its tail, the beat of a greater heart a calm rhythm in the center of it all. Like fond feeling, a genuine smile spread upon him as the fell deer bumped on closer and begun properly...
  6. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He merely hummed his attention as she explained, his eye straying from her to around them as if expecting to catch sight of all whom she spoke of. He wouldn’t recognize any of them, naturally, save for Davina’s family, but there was a comfort in averting one’s gaze. Despite how much rather he’d...
  7. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The old grove hummed, a gentle breeze in its branches and patches of dry grass, a sharp chill in the air that enveloped all in a pale haze. The distance trailed off into it, soft like a dream, every which living shape like blots of ink on wet paper. Snow drifted from above in clumps resembling...
  8. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    How small they must’ve looked then — himself with his petty anger, his remaining company so called to rest closer to ground, bent to surrender by either weariness or pain. If the man felt the latter to even fraction of the degree warranted by the wound, he sure was being incredibly brave about...
  9. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Faramund’s initial remarks slid off him like water from upon the back of a duck, neither word nor gesture betraying that he was even listening. As the man kept painting little queer devils on the walls, be it about the myriad signs of further witchcraft about them or Farren’s implied fate, he...
  10. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    “ I’d never leave you, you damn oaf. And yes — I saw. “ He replied, left standing a touch awkwardly as the man broke off to fish for something in the water, striking quite the image as he did so. Actively bleeding, practically raving about what they should be doing, where they ought to have been...
  11. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    For a beat, his mind rung empty. The sight of Syr Faramund landing on the rocks, the monster, the scrape of hooves as Svala pulled to an abrupt halt, Farren— Already gone in a click of bells and whip of her pale plait, assuming another skin. The horse beneath him nickered and spun in a nervous...
  12. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The mist swam so thick the horse had slowed, its shorter steps forced from urgency as distance grew blurred and then opaque, whitewashed walls of houses lurking within it. Svala’s ears swiveled and a little nicker left its mouth, but for what took him a moment longer to notice. A dark shape...
  13. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Speak he might, none would hear. Meander about the streets he did, to notice of just as many. Reach out he dared once and twice, touch closing around bare air. They were all here and yet not, what felt like a whole world apart, himself peering at them through the smallest window. Too small. And...
  14. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The small circle narrowed the view to a point, revealing a whole lot of nothing ahead. The fog was much the same, ever asway and reaching to eternity, blurring the edges, dulling the colours and obscuring all beyond a yard. A thoughtful sound left him, the dirt underheel crunching as he rotated...
  15. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The last of it had been that light brush of a touch on his arm, before of a sudden there was nothing but the fog and hum of empty buildings. Despite the fact the grey dapple beneath him seemed wholly unbothered by the development, merely swiveling its ears, he brought it to a stop. Once it did...
  16. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    His face crinkled with thought, a frown upon him as he stared down at the village. He didn’t know what he had expected to see, but this sure wasn’t it. So much fog and a lone light above a silence like that of a grave. If this had been a lively little place, once upon a time, there was no trace...
  17. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Over that ridgeline. He hazarded a glance at the direction, face taut with dread. Something like anticipation bubbled under the skin, leaving it crawling, a jittery sensation traveling all the way to the tips of his fingers. He tapped them together, idly. Were they going numb— the cold? Like...
  18. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    It wasn’t a cheerful affair. To every interaction had bled a tension and doubt, a dark cloud that drew nigh as much in the spirit as it did in the horizon. It’d turned into the loom of a proper storm now, upon the arrival. In the air, alongside salt and something sour, was a foreboding quality...
  19. Aarno

    Aarno Latva

    stone mason to fugitive to sworn knight
View older results
Back
Top Bottom