And it was in that moment of distress and confusion that the whip of terror laid its most nicely calculated lash about his heart. It dropped with deadly effect upon the sorest spot of all, completely unnerving him. He had been secretly dreading all the time that it
would come - and come it did.
Far overhead, muted by great height and distance, strangely thinned and wailing, he heard the crying voice of Defago, the guide.
The sound dropped upon him out of that still, wintry sky with an effect of dismay and terror unsurpassed. The rifle fell to his feet. He stood motionless an instant, listening as it were with his whole body, then staggered back against the nearest tree for support, disorganized hopelessly in mind and spirit. To him, in that moment, it seemed the most shattering and dislocating experience he had ever known, so that his heart emptied itself of all feeling whatsoever as by a sudden draught.
'Oh! oh! This fiery height! Oh, my feet of fire! My burning feet of fire...' ran in far, beseeching accents of indescribable appeal this voice of anguish down the sky. Once it called - then silence through all the listening wilderness of trees.
And Simpson, scarcely knowing what he did, presently found himself running wildly to and fro, searching, calling, tripping over roots and boulders, and flinging himself in a frenzy of undirected pursuit after the Caller. Behind the screen of memory and emotion with which experience veils events, he plunged, distracted and half-deranged, picking up false lights like a ship at sea, terror in his eyes and heart and soul. For the Panic of the Wilderness had called to him in that far voice - the Power of untamed Distance - the Enticement of the Desolation that destroys. He knew in that moment all the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievably lost, suffering the lust
and travail of a soul in the final Loneliness. A vision of Defago, eternally hunted, driven and pursued across the skyey vastness of those ancient forests fled like a flame across the dark ruin of his thoughts...
It seemed ages before he could find anything in the chaos of his disorganized sensations to which he could anchor himself steady for a moment, and think...
The cry was not repeated; his own hoarse calling brought no response; the inscrutable forces of the Wild had summoned their victim beyond recall - and held him fast.
("The Wendigo")
Tags: loneliness distance panic forest wilderness wild voice disappearance desolation
There is a powerful voice in every destroyed forest calling humanity to remember its humanity!
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: forest
Silloin susi, jonka kanssa Aalo oli juossut, yhtäkkiä muutti muotoansa.
Metsän halki kulki elävä ja väkevä henkäys, niinkuin jättikeuhkot olisivat henkäisseet, ja koko korpi vavahti näkymättäin askelten astunnasta, ja suuret siivet, joitten leveyttä ei kenkään kuolevainen vielä ole mitannut, kätkivät korven salatumpaan pimentoon kuin on aarnikuusien katve.
Sillä tämä susi oli Diabolus sylvarum elikkä Metsän Henki, vaikka hän nyt vasta oikian hahmonsa edestoi.
Tags: forest werewolf finnish shapeshifter
Ja tämä Henki oli Diabolus Sylvarum, Metsän ynnä Suden Henki, jolla suolla ja korvessa kotonsa on, rohkea ja pelvotoin, voiman ja vapauden henki, mutta myös raivon ja väkivallan, salattu yli kaiken ymmärryksen, siivekäs niinkuin myrskytuuli ja palava niinkuin maailman sydän, mutta kuitenkin Pimeyden kahleissa.
Aino KallasTags: forest forest-spirit
Every day spend at least an hour in a forest to stay healthy, and much more than this, to stay sane in this insane world!
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: forest
The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.
Simona PanovaTags: love romantic frost vision world god romance silence sinister dark darkness dream secret myth secrets trees mystery worship brothers gods sacrifice haunted ritual visions ancient tree gothic tower forest unknown young-adult mythology atmospheric deity land mysterious brotherhood atmosphere nightmare coldness brother cold numb heard forbidden occult order ghost silent rite pine occultism secretive ominous realm gothic-romance mute grey goth gray deities haunt severe nightmarish resemble noiseless benumbed forbid mystify mystifying tremendous
If a tree falls in the woods when no one is there, does it still make a noise? If a girl dies in the woods when no one is there, does anyone care? If no one knows I am here, do I even exist?
Lisa Jahn-CloughWe will continue talking about the beauty of the deserts as long as the forests exist on Earth! But when the last forest is gone, no beauty of deserts will remain too!
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: forest
Their song reminds me of a child’s neighborhood rallying cry—ee-ock-ee—with a heartfelt warble at the end. But it is their call that is especially endearing. The towhee has the brass and grace to call, simply and clearly, "tweet". I know of no other bird that stoops to literal tweeting.
Annie DillardTags: unique nature pride forest listen animal stereotype natural-world birdsong birdcall page-251-2
A trail made of pine needles and thistles leads you into the green darkness. The canopy casts shadows on old oaks and dogwoods, and you think you can smell the sour breath of a witch behind you. The wind sighs like a sleeping girl, carrying her bittersweet dreams along the paths to attract any man willing to look for thorn-covered castles. A wolf darts between fallen, rotted wood; maybe he’s the one who can tell you where your heart is, how you’re still breathing.
Kimberly KaraliusTags: forest fairy-tale woods whimsy pocket-forest
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