Hey everybody! This is epicfrenchfry and her wonderful roleplay partner 2cute4lyfe with another roleplay! This one is quite different from Agent X, as it is a fantasy/fairy tale. We hope you enjoy it! Side note: if anyone is interested in beta reading this story, please pm me!
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Prologue
The forest in which it resided was known by numerous names. The concept of it was tossed about, picked over, and deliberated so many times that the knowledge of its true name was thought to be forever lost. The townsfolk of the kingdom of Osia especially liked to call it the Wrathful Willows, the Shadow Glades, or the Gray Forest. People outside of the kingdom referred to it as the Cursed Wood of Osia.
Despite its many names, one thing remained constant. The name of the evil being said to haunt the trees, the demon Silvanus, protector of the forest. He was a monstrous being, able to take the form of any forest creature and he used his powers to wreak havoc on any unfortunate soul who happened to stray across the borders of his woodland territory. The devil Silvanus was regarded with fear by all, and such was the foundation for peace in his home.
Sunlight filtered through the naked branches, casting a golden glow that illuminated the leaf litter on the forest floor. Something rustled about in the undergrowth, and a young doe poked her head from the bushes to sniff hopefully at the ground for any sign of food. She was merely a yearling, a fawn the previous year, and she had just survived her first winter. Her empty belly ached with hunger and this was what had woken her from her nap, paining her enough to rouse her from her warm thicket nest and leading her to venture out into the brisk March morning. Round brown eyes surveyed the area for potential danger before she stepped lightly into the clearing, delicate hooves crunching over the dead leaves. She nosed through the leaf litter, nipping at a few blades of grass but failing in her search.
The young doe started abruptly, raising her head to stare around, brown eyes filled with alarm. The crunching of leaves and fallen twigs had alerted her of an approaching presence. She stood stock still, as though hoping by not moving she could fool the predator into thinking she had disappeared.
The predator emerged into the clearing to join her, and the doe's stance relaxed. The new arrival was, to outside eyes, a human. He was of average height, with wild blond hair and bright green eyes the color of new spring leaves. He was dressed in a dirty white tunic and torn brown pants under a dark green cloak. Upon his feet were worn black boots, and there were smudges of dirt on his pale face. On his back, there was a beautifully handcrafted bow and a quiver of arrows.
To any outsider, he would seem like an ordinary human. To the young doe, however, he was the most trustworthy of all beings. The young man approached the doe, a large bundle of long grasses and hay clutched in his fist. She outstretched her nose, sniffing hopefully. With a soft chuckle, the man held it out to her, palm flat, and he watched as she ate it out of his hand. When she had finished, she looked up and gazed into his eyes with the utmost adoration.
'Thank you for this gracious gift, my lord.' She said reverently.
"Think nothing of it, dear Fern." The man said in a soft voice. "I'm just looking out for a friend, aren't I? This winter was particularly harsh, and it is still only the beginning of March. The forest's children must look out for one another, correct?"
He caressed her velvety nose and without waiting for an answer, departed with a cheery wave. Fern watched him leave with a starry look in her eyes and, with a comfortably full stomach, decided to return to her thicket to resume her nap.
The man continued on his way until he found a place where he himself could rest comfortably. Below him cascaded the Bat Cove Falls. He could see a rainbow in the water droplets spraying off the rocks, but he was safe and dry on a rocky overhang. A pair of timber wolves drank from the crystal clear pool. He pulled his cloak around him like a blanket and set his bow and arrows safely beside him. Nothing would harm him here, for he was Silvanus, spirit guardian of the forest.