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"Meow?"a small cat prowled around the tree. I picked it up, it was the color of coal, and was skinny and shivering. I rested my head against the tree, with the cat on my lap.
Camping with the moon, All full with a pleasant glow, I just hope that on this night, The werewolf do not show.
Chapter 4 It was an odd looking bird, kind of blue with yellow spots, oh and it had four eyes.
Standing alone on a cold dark night. When even your home brings the mist of fright. When your hope has gone. And just fear remains. The wolves are out there. Howling your name.
Chapter2 :The Escape I have been crouched on the pyre for the best part of the day now, my joints have stiffened and the simple action of breaking the remainder of the chard leather restraints sends...
Twisting ivy wrapped around ebony wood,. Jade leaves hang from trees strongly stood,. Draped vines curling, dripping dewdrops down,. Floor covered in small things, fell from the treetop crown,.
The sky grew gray and that also meant it was harder to find food in the dark forests. I decided to find some shelter and wait for the morning to gather some more food for the harsh weather ahead.
It was cramped in her little tree-hole, but comfortable, despite the bloodstains of the previous owner on the walls.
She had been in the cave for a while now, still dealing with what had just happened, not knowing what to do next. Finally, she plucked up the courage to explore her new surroundings.
She pushed herself forward through the blizzard. Maybe when the snow stopped she would know where to go, but that was unlikely, it never stopped snowing here.
She padded across the morning snow, she was really quite tired now. Not wanting to remember the night before, but it kept creeping up on her.
A drop of blood dripped down from the rugged rocks above and landed on Alton Sawyer’s left palm. It didn’t startle him one bit. He didn’t feel it.
Dark, creepy. Just two of the words to describe this bleak, maze of a forest. The green of the leaves were more of a black. The brown on the trunk was more grey and the soil was dark grey.
"Good morning," I smiled. "AR- Oh, hi," he laughed. "Oh, sorry, I hope I didn't scare you," I smiled gently. "No worries, my love," he smirked. He took me into his arms and kissed me.
#description #hunter I sling the roughly carved oak bow over my shoulder, my pale fingers tightening the belt around my waist.
Crystal clear pools of smelted frost,. Ebony-black eyes to never be lost,. Snow-covered fur shaking in bounds,. Breath in gasps of steamy clouds,. Ears pricked attentively, alert as always,.
I sit above the forest, My ears are pricked, alert, I'm watching for the smallest change, A movement in the dirt.
start --> http://opuss.com/s/3ee3 previous --> http://opuss.com/s/3ee3 next --> TBA Kaela turned around and sat down right in front of Aeryn and took her hands in her own.
"Avisha. Don't kill that snake!" I growled. Avisha, my daughter, was only two weeks old. But she had grown fast, as panther kittens do. Hurricane was as strong and as brave as ever.
Amber couldn't stop screaming, but Raynay couldn't stop laughing. He lifted his bum, which made Amber fall flat on the floor and shout out in pain.
Intro: This is draft of a story I'm currently working on. Please dont mind typos and gramatic errors.
"What time do you call this?" "Enough time to get moving, if you shut up." He did. So anyway, where was I. Ah, yes. First of all, Virra.
Careful. Don't - breathe - Don't - even - blink. The aquamarine water shimmered slightly as I reposition a leg that is starting to cramp. I cursed the ripples it made. Come on... Come on...
You reflect me as I once was. Lost at the crossroads that you decide on. Nothing seems familiar to the left. Right looks dark with a path towards death.