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Post by Hades on Nov 5, 2011 13:27:57 GMT -5
[/color]” He whispered to himself, before turning his green eyes to the path ahead. “ Oh. I’m here already.” The cold leaf-fall sun glinted off the burnt branches. As he came out of the shelter of the undergrowth – which wasn’t a whole lot – he felt a cold breeze go through his pelt. “ Oh how I hate the cold.” He muttered. Looking around for any sign of anyone else, he continued on his way, but he was more careful and attentive to what lay in front of him. If he was going to have an adventure, the element of surprise would be his! [/size][/font][/ul]
COMMENTS;[/i] YAY a thread! COUNT;426[/i][/color] MUSE;[/i] 9/10 TAGS;Whisper | Snow[/i][/color][/font][/size]
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