A large overgrown section of any urban park, where it is both shady because of the dense tree coverage and because of the almost certain illegal activities taking place there.
Person 1: Wanna go to Prospect Park?
Person 2: Hell yeah! We going to Shady Forest.
Person 1: If there aren't any police around, okay!
Person 3: Where are you guys going?
Person 2: Nowhere.
Person 2: Hell yeah! We going to Shady Forest.
Person 1: If there aren't any police around, okay!
Person 3: Where are you guys going?
Person 2: Nowhere.
by met-ro October 17, 2017
Get the Shady Forestmug. This is a account from the book of the Wulfecks where they have stored their family hostory, the story is labeled The Blood Debt and is from 1813.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
by Wulfeck Son November 26, 2024
Get the The Wulfecks of the Black Forestmug. Bro I was smoking weed in the woods behind someone's house and I think they called the cops on me so I had to go forest hopping
by Shoeless219 May 23, 2017
Get the forest hoppingmug. Where muy shoves a carrot in between a bush and/or between trees discreetly. ( Rectum surgery is highly needed after this act ).
by Kool Kumshot Kev May 14, 2022
Get the Forest Portmug. Person 1- "Man, you smell like ass cheese"
Person 2- "Don't worry, its just my taint forest, i haven't trimmed it in over a year, it's really infested"
Person 2- "Don't worry, its just my taint forest, i haven't trimmed it in over a year, it's really infested"
by OD10US 0NE November 12, 2014
Get the taint forestmug. Little town in Canada just west of Ottawa, hometown of Annie's Gas Bar, beware of goblins living on main street.
Wow dude! I just seen a goblin run by Annie's gas bar down in Foresters Falls! I'm thinkin he was butt naked! Forester's Falls is the shit!
by Stelladella December 2, 2011
Get the Foresters Fallsmug. A derogatory term used when talking about new wave of Black Metal (namely American bands) remarking shift in lyrical themes from death and darkness to nature and loneliness, and improving the quality of production. Used mostly by Black Metal purists so they can distant themselves from people the consider "untrue".
Person 1: Been listening to some Black Metal recently?
Person 2: Yeah, found out Agalloch, and absolutely love them.
Person 1: Man, I asked you about Black Metal, not Forest Rock.
Person 2: Yeah, found out Agalloch, and absolutely love them.
Person 1: Man, I asked you about Black Metal, not Forest Rock.
by chaseme2thesky December 14, 2014
Get the Forest Rockmug.