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Post by Secret Agent Cat on Apr 29, 2010 22:42:21 GMT -5
The atmosphere had not yet reached spring weather yet, but never the less to a lonely traveler it was perfect weather. Not too cold, but not to warm, though, there was still stranded snow left over from the winter season. The snow just made you want to admire the beauty of the land even more. The ground was a bit smooshie from the wet snow and made noises as the traveler wearing a green Pien-fu with shoulder armor walked along a treeline. To where it lead, he did not know. A straw hat adorned his head, hiding most of his face as his long hair flowed behind him. Strapped to his back was a bladed-pole, the blade wrapped in cloth to protect it.
The lone warrior walked calmly, then stopped and raised his hand to his hat as a big gust of wind tried to take it off of his head. He looked around, then to the sky. It was darkening. His eyes looked to his right, at the trees. He should probably set up camp soon and start a fire before the night came. He walked into the trees, seemingly disappearing. Once in the trees, he started to look for a nice campsite. He didn't have much with him, but one such as he, didn't need that much. He preferred to become succumbed to weather's will. If it was rain, he would soak in it. If it was snow, he would freeze in it. If it was sun, he would bask in it. He sometimes preferred to be one with the weather. But, to his knowledge it would be a nice night.
Upon searching for dry wood to start a fire, he quickly turned around. Thinking he heard something. Probably just an animal, but he didn't want to be anyone's prey. His eyes surveyed the forest, nothing seemed to be here besides himself. Suddenly a squirrel scurried out from some bushes and then disappeared into another set of bushes. He laughed to himself. Afraid of a squirrel, eh? But, perhaps something..or someone had scared that said squirrel? |
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Post by Rocket! on May 22, 2010 13:00:50 GMT -5
Said squirrel was having a hard time holding back a giggle.
Beneath the cover of rustling shadows from the snow-adorned loropetalums, the squirrel-faced spirit looked in at the intruding human. The grin on her face brought a whole new meaning to the word mischevious.
It's been waaaaaaaaay too long since we got anyone up these parts, she mumbled to herself. Now, with everyone else gone or kaput, I get a chance to play...
The black eyes twinged in thoughts unreasonable. And, within the fustle of these unfurling plans, Rho moved for the nearest tree, running through any and every possible bush and strain of grass... [/size] |
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