Post by Albert/Lloyd on May 25, 2009 23:09:30 GMT -5
Spring time, when the trees and flowers come back to life, awakening from a long slumber. But that is not all, the birds and animals come back a live, birds chirping filling the area with there sweet songs, some proclaiming love, and others, perhaps warning to stay way. The groundling animals played with there young in the bright warm sun, wiggling in and out of the tall grass they play.
Water flowed along in a long stream through the forest, in a small clearing, one would assume it connected to a river somewhere. A person sat on a tall, large rock, over looking the stream. But his whole body was hidden by a tattered black cloak and hood. He just sat there silently unmoving for most the time.
Water flowed along in a long stream through the forest, in a small clearing, one would assume it connected to a river somewhere. A person sat on a tall, large rock, over looking the stream. But his whole body was hidden by a tattered black cloak and hood. He just sat there silently unmoving for most the time.
