I walked along the dirt path in the densest part of the forest. My short-sword hung at my left hip on the inside of my cloak, sheathed inside it's thick metal scabbard, wrapped in intricate leather strips of the darkest coco. My bow and arrows were strung across my back, secured between my shoulder blades and thumping silently against my cloak along my spine.
I pulled my hood closer against my face, the bright sunlight filtered through the top of the low-hanging, dense canopy of the trees, creating a golden glow as the bright beams streamed through breaks in the leaves and limbs. The heat from the sunlight was not lost to me though, as I could feel it on parts of my exposed skin, such as my chest.
I basked in it, though pulled my hood even closer to my face, shielding myself from the noises of the thick forest, biting my lower lip and focusing my eyes ahead. It was brilliant, the natural music from the mixture of cacophony that was melodic to the ears.
It was muffled slightly by my hood, though the sounds that could not be muffled . . . Was the sounds I heard in my very being, the sounds of the living.
Though it's not what you're thinking of.
No, I heard the sounds of the Earth around me.
It was a dull hum inside my head, in my very being. The earth around me spoke of ages of living, of growing, what the trees have experienced in their day, the flowers spoke of beauty, the earth beneath my feet hummed with activity, it was content, even through all the horrors it has witnessed just on this one winding and curving road. It talked to me of life, of ages and ages of knowledge locked away in every single rock, every knot in the wood of every tree, each twist of the roots in the ground, so many things I could learn if I listened just long enough.
I threw my hood back from my face, raising it up towards the tree tops to look at the canopy, to see the sunlight glisten and twinkle through the breaks in the leaves, hitting the skin on my face and warming it up instantly. The Earthen in me basked in the golden beams, swallowed it up and consumed the energy, just like any plant would. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, continuing along the dirt road.
I took in a deep breath, smiling to myself as I felt the warm sun on my face. Ever since I left when I was seventeen, I could do things like this all the time now, I was by myself, nobody knew what I was. I could have been a Fire Elemental with all the sun I liked soaking up, I could be a Earthen like I was, because nobody knew me, could judge me.
My eyes fluttered open and I looked back at the road ahead of me, my boots crunching silently on the rocks along the path, my breaths coming out slow and even, a whisper of air between my lips.
The sun was coming to the middle of the sky, bearing down on my directly. I had to get to a trade route soon if I wanted to bargain for a new steel and flint, along with leather strips to tie back my hair. Even now I could feel the individual strands at the nape of my neck heating up, collecting perspiration in the hollow of my throat. Grabbing up my thick hair, I threw it to the side, freeing the back of my neck from the hot strands.
The low hum of the earth beneath my feet picked up in a sharp tempo, buzzing and humming louder than before. My eyes snapped to the road ahead of me, looking through the thicket when I heard the sound of hooves beating down upon the ground, like the beating of the deepest drum. It was coming closer and closer, louder and louder with each clomp and huff of breath.
A great midnight black percheron horse dashed into view, with a great horseman astride it's beautiful and muscled shoulders. The horseman looked to be an Orc - (
http://www.d20pfsrd.com/_/rsrc/1319252861343/bestiary/monster-listings/humanoids/orcs/orc/PZO9219-Belkzen.jpg?height=323&width=400 )
His green skin was marred and scarred by many wounds accumulated over the years, along with red war paint scrawled across his thick skin, outlined greatly by his muscles. His black orbs of onyx eyes locked with mine, his scowl turning into a twisted grin as he turned his percheron upon me.
The hum of the earth picked up greatly in a shrill alarm, warning me to move aside, as I felt the danger thick in the air.
At the last second, I dashed to the side, avoiding being barreled down, and in the same motion, withdrew my short-sword from my side, masking it's appearance by my cloak as I widened my stance just a smidgen and felt my muscles tense within my body, ready for a fight.
He abruptly made the midnight percheron come to a stop, kicking up dirt and rocks and sending it flying every where, and I turned my face away to shield my eyes from the onslaught.
His large form loomed over me, as his horse made him tower even greater. For an Orc though, he wasn't that bad looking.
I looked back up at him, just as he grinned down at me. I kept my eyes locked with his, waiting for something, anything.
"Well, isn't this just a great beauty." He drawled, his thick voice husky and roughened.
Damn.