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Disciple
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09-27-2017, 07:18 PM
Acernis' heart beat hard against his chest. His eyes darted maniacally to and fro, desperate to locate some familiar sight. He pressed his hand lightly against a large pine and closed his four eyes ans spoke,  His voice was a soft flutter, almost like a summer breeze through tree leaves. He waited a moment, struggling to understand what the tree was telling him. It was a warning, but in a language he wasn't all too familiar with.
 His plea was cut off by a sudden blast of cold air. The red leaves atop Acernis' head shook violently. He needed to seek shelter at once. In the distance, he could make out what seemed to be a city, but the alienness of its appearance made him hesitate. Should he risk staying himself has a firm maple and have his limbs weighed down by the heavy snowfall already starting to fall; or should he venture towards an unknown city in hopes of finding someone who might help him understand where he was. His eyes lingered on the city as he contemplated his decision. This hesitation would prove to be a great blunder.
Without warning, Acernis was knocked forward by an immensely powerful gust of wind and snow. The choice was made, he needed to get out of the storm. Acernis quickly lifted himself up, his frame now only three feet tall, and ran for his life. His arms flailed at his side as he fumbled over roots and rocks. The snow storm began to gain more strength and it was soon too much for him. He gave a final two steps towards the far away city before collapsing into the growing bed of snow.
Acernis shivered, unable to contain any body heat in his rapidly diminishing state. He squeeze his eyes shut and curled into a tight ball before violently extending all extremities. He gave a harsh, grunted cry as his legs stiffened and fused together. His arms stretched out as far as they could go, forming into brittle branches. He head slowly morphed into his own torso until it was all one connected trunk. Acernis' tiny sapling branches quivered in the wind, his thin trunk swaying and curving to the point of pain. In his sapling form, Acernis was at the mercy of nature. All he could do was pray to the sun that he might survive the storm.
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