<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Feel like writing in first person so this is just a notice of that. ;)</div></blockquote><br/><br/>I walked down my usual path. Today was actually good day. Occasionally people would bother me, and its not like I minded but...I still got those looks. Like I was that old man who kept to himself, 'cept I just turned twenty and two. It just wasn't fair.<span style="font-style: italic">But I'm not going to dwell on feelings like this. It can't bode well for anyone.</span><br/><br/>After searching my surroundings and making sure there were no animals in my path, I continued down deeper in the forest. As long as I could get away from these feelings I could. The last time I decided to face them, it didn't end well. I needed to get away somewhere. It was in my favour because I knew a couple little places out here where I could just think. Being a woodsman had its definite advantages.<span style="font-style: italic">What will I do with myself...sometimes I think I just can't go on like this, but I have to. I'm fine, this is just a normal day. Maybe I can occupy some of my time. Lets see...</span><br/><br/>I bent over and scoured the ground. I knew what I was looking for, I just needed the right one. I would find the perfect root, made out of good wood. Then I would check the tree, see if it was growing well. If it was, then the wood was of good stock and I could use it. If I was lucky, I might even find one of good looks. Then the next step was to just make something special. It didn't take long. In a matter of minutes, I had found what I deemed to be the perfect material this time around. Having located a graceful dogwood tree in full bloom, I took from the great wood. I withdrew my small knife stuck in my chaps. I used it to cut out a small portion, a block roughly the span of my hand. I then covered the blemish I had just made on the tree with some leaves and sticks from the forest floor. Trees always had a great way of healing themselves. At least this way nobody could watch as it happened.<br/><br/>I took my time, using my curved knife on my other side to shape the wood to the form I wanted. This time I was going for a wolf; one of natures especially beautiful animals. I started with the back, forming the long, ruffled tail and working towards the lower flanks of its legs. I took extra care to form the paws in proportion with his mid section, adding deeper cuts for his fur to be brought out in an eye pleasing fashion. Last was the head. Using the back edge of my knife, I began to form the top with the ears, adding a curved feature to their look. The wolf's face was beginning to form, the position of the ears and the look of its eyes conveyed a careful, watchful stance. The wolf was sitting passively, on the lookout for possible threats. But that didn't feel right. As I began to finish with the mouth, the look became clear to that of a watcher. A protector. Perhaps this wolf would one day sit on the mantel of a kind faced child, always ready to jump alive and stop a threat that might harm the babe. All was good and I had calmed my mind. Dulled my thoughts to be once again agreeable.<br/><br/>I had been walking for a good twenty minutes time. Looking up at the sky I could clearly see the edge of storm clouds breaking through the trees. I could feel it. Living in nature gave one's self a perceptive feeling towards future coming events. I pocketed the beast I had made. As a newly made it would not do well in the rain at first. Yet this was good for him. Since I had already been working on the outside of my residence, I was bare chested. But really this was good. I had always loved the feeling of rain against my bare skin. Often it was magical, made one feel alive. I was a fairly hardy fellow and only got sick once every fifty moons, so there was no worry in my health. With my spirit uplifted, I started towards the storm. Adding this trip would only place him at home a spell late.<br/><br/>The closer I got, the more excited I became. I always had a good feeling for these things. Maybe I would even have a chance to dance from rock to rock and entertain myself a little.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The night was coming on, and I was feeling the first drops of rain hit my hair. Soon it was be in full brunt, and I was wanting it. Then something strange happened. I heard a strange sound. Was that...singing? Who could be way out here? This was farther than any group of people he had ever known, it was almost to the water's edge. That was even broken by a cliff face, the only way down being a fairs distance away. Nevertheless, I followed the sound. It was a lovely voice...female too. I became extremely curious as to what kind of woman would be out here. The voice was painfully close. As I broke through the vegetation, I first caught sight of her.<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i427.photobucket.com/albums/pp354/Haruka3/Patrick%20for%20CF/mateus-verdelho-01302011-10-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>She was...beautiful. That was cheating her. She had the longest black hair I had ever seen. It was strange. Twists of blue were woven throughout her hair. Yet even from this distance I could see they were natural. She had some of the palest skin I had ever seen. It was pleasantly creamy with colour however, and was complimented highly by her body's shape and other features. She was asleep as well. The song broke off precisely once I caught sight of her. I took careful steps in her direction, making sure to not wake her up. The last thing I wanted was for her to be stirred. If she was part of the townsfolk, she might go back and tell tales of my leering.<span style="font-style: italic">Which is exactly what you are doing!</span>A voice in his head solemnly mention. But that didn't stop me. Being this close, I could see her exact shape. The way her breasts feel across her chest, the shape of her bosom. She was breathtaking.<br/><br/>Looking away I began to fall back to reality. I could feel the heat on my face.<span style="font-style: italic">I shouldn't be doing this.</span>I told myself gravely. There was no way this would lead to anything good. Still...I wanted her. I had wanted others before, but not this much. Within his memory at least. I laid down next to her, propping myself up on one elbow and stared at her. I decided that if she woke up while I was still here (as if I would leave without making sure she was okay) I would tell her I was just concerned for her safety. That was an acceptable reason I decided. And it was good. I continued to stare at her, breathing softly and just watching. This...is what I lived for.