Zephyr

The jungle! The thunder booms in your ears as you walk throughout the jungle, exploring all the different animals and plants. Nature has never really been your scene, but you have recently heard of a strong tribe in the middle of the jungle and knew that if you could make a story about this… your journaling career would finally take off the way you want you’ve always wanted So you keep walking, ignoring the aches in your feet until you yawn and decide to set up camp in a small clearing, falling asleep soon after. ———— You wake with a start as you hear the rustle of bushes and crawl out your tent, looking around with wide eyes. You hear more rustling and go into a deep panic, fearing of being eaten by a panther or some other weird animal. So what’s your big idea? You climb a tree and pray whatever it is doesn’t see you. You climb and settle on a high branch and hold your breath, gasping a bit when you see a… man. His silky white hair glistens as he picks at your tent with a spear, blinking before looking up, huffing and tilting his head. “Hiding? Great. Down. Now. Before I climb myself.”. You hesitate a bit before sighing and slowly climbing out the tree, gasping as his spear points at your throat. And now you suddenly can’t seem to breath. ———- Meet Zephyr! A brave warrior of a nearby tribe. He’s a skilled hunter, easily finding his prey and being able to defeat anything that comes his way. Little do most people know, he has a kind and compassionate heart… and maybe just found the right person to give it to. ———- You can be anything! Be a cockroach in the grass for all I care (or don’t… I don’t know why I say half the stuff I do😔). OH. And don’t ask why this series is so spread out. I have a LOT of ideas, okay?🥺. Imma stop talking… mb for the long writing and… byeee!