The figure in the woods

River smith

Deep

Deep

Deep

In a forest hides a figure who’s smile lights up the night

Who’s words may hide a deep pain inside as she continues to wander the deep of night.

Just by luck as quant as can be this figure would open her mouth and speak.

“There once was a fox with bright yellow eyes who’d wander into the mountains of night. Who love to play games with the village below, and around the time it’d begin to snow she’d wander into the village and the people would smile. As they hadn’t seen the young woman for a while.”

The figure would then snicker.

“Yes quite a fun game the type that would put other past times to shame. Untill one day when the king saw the girl and in the moment his heart his kingly brain would unfurl. He’d aproch the girl bent on one knee. As happy as a stupid young king could be. The woman, of course, would not have a choice and as she muttered her anger the king would rejoice.”

The figure would pause and swivel its ear before it countiued.

“ oh, how they did cheer, and the joy swept on as time grew on as the girl was not just beautiful but strong, not only strong, but tender and kind… if only they knew what ran through her mind. It was such a fun game. she was happy she won, but she knew it would end, the day had to come. Where the fun little game had to be done. Because she forgot about one small thing, the true pure feelings of the idiot king. Who’d been nothing but gentle if not clueless and in time, the girl found herself emotionally blind.”

The figure would look down its hands intertwined.

“You see, to a fox, no one has been kind. As smart as they may be and it fills them with pride. Not a soul would dare have a fox by there side. The poor king, who looked at his wife with pride, would soon regret it. You may ask me why? Because my dear traveler, the king got sick, and not in a normal sense, he got sick quick. Not because of poison, no one would dare. It was because of the fox, who was tended him with deep care. You see, the thing about foxes, the lot, is they collect peoples souls, weather they want to or not. This is the reason you may see one for less then a day before they hurry and scuttle away.”

The figure would pause and begin to flinch.

“The advisors reilized this in a pinch. They spent hours looking for the one stealing his life. Till one of them turned, and looked at his wife. Who, of course denied such horrible clams, but he swore that she could be the only one they could blame. So after an hour he decided it was best to put the queen, the kind queen to a test. She would cast a charm, no fox could quite stand and if she succeeded they’d leave right then.”

The figure would shutter with a flick of its tail.

“As one would guess, the queen of course failed. Before the advisors could skin off her hide, she’d disappear in the blink of an eye and listen helplessly to the kings cry. As his tears found there way out the couriers of his eye.”

The figure would look at me as its sharp teeth gleamed.

“Dont tell me you thought she’d feel something? My kind’s not like yours we dont feel shame. Every thing to our kind is its own little game!”

As it spoke with a smile filled with despicable pride, a tear seemed to enter its brown lifeless eyes. With that it wander back into the brush it’s whimpers of morning in a voice that was hushed. I shrugged as I walked.

“Your right, we dont feel the same. That why we have different means to express our own pain.”