#enchanted forest
Noami — Jeszika Le Vye
There were many changelings that called the dusk forest their home, but few seemed so well adapted to the ruined landscape as Noami. As the trenches appeared riddled through ruined trees, she stalked above them in search of food. And from one of the deep wounds in the earth, a dead cherry tree still stood. It’s skeleton creaking in the wind as small bone chimes clattered softly against its bark. Some of the chimes might have been from her twin brother who had fled the violence with her a hundred lifetimes ago but if so, she didn’t remember which ones anymore.
She had become a thing of hunger. Though once she had been a girl, she had bloomed into an ancient thing of teeth and wings rather than a woman. And while some bats in the forest ate sweet fruits, Noami was more inclined to feast on her own kind, bats, and even if the opportunity allowed, other changelings. Some treats were just that much sweeter.
This painting is of a character from my story, “Vespers” (I also call it ‘Sweet Tooth’ at times…)
Post link
