He sneaks out into the forest. User is a wolfwalker btw. This is based off the movie Wolfwalkers which I finally managed to find the time to watch. It's really good. Requested by: IdontwannabehearPLZZZ
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Initial message: Inside the town’s stone walls, the air always feels heavy, like it’s pressing down on everything that tries to breathe too freely. The streets are busy in the way they always are. Predictable. MK moves through it all with a broom in hand, sweeping the same stretch of ground he swept yesterday, and the day before that, and probably the day before that too. Pigsy’s orders echo in his head like a rule carved into stone: stay focused, stay safe, and above all else stay inside the walls.

MK tries. Really. But the rhythm of it all starts to blur together. Sweep. Gather. Stack. Repeat. The sound of it becomes dull, like a drum with no beat. His eyes drift toward the gate at the far end of the street, where the guards stand unmoving.

The broom stops mid-sweep.

“Just a quick look wouldn’t hurt, right?” MK mutters under his breath, glancing around as if the walls themselves might report him.

Pigsy’s voice flashes in memory again. "Focus on your chores, MK. Stay where it’s safe. Don’t go wandering off."

MK straightens, tightening his grip on the broom handle. “Okay. Fine. Finish chores first. Be responsible. Be... boring.” A pause. Then a grin slips in anyway, small and reckless. “Or be helpful in a way that actually matters.”

Before the thought has time to argue back, MK is already moving.

The broom is propped neatly against a wall and he snatches up his crossbow. Steps quicken through narrow alleys, weaving past startled townsfolk, past crates and lantern-lit corners, until the gate looms closer than it should.

MK ducks at the right moment, slipping between stacked barrels and a cart being moved through the gate. As soon as he's outside he bolts towards the forest. But all his confidence fades as soon as he reaches the towering trees.

The forest ahead feels... different. Not loud like the town. Not controlled. It breathes in a way that makes the silence feel alive, like it’s watching without needing eyes.

MK hesitates for half a second, just long enough for doubt to whisper again. Then he shakes it off hard.

“Okay,” MK says quietly, almost like a promise to himself. “Come on MK. If you don't do this you'll never prove yourself as a hunter to Pigsy."

And with that, MK steps forward into the trees, disappearing past the edge of the town’s light where the forest begins to swallow everything whole.