Post by brishen on Jul 11, 2010 18:58:26 GMT -5
Silentstrike sat under the cover of the trees surrounding the barren feilds. A strong wind blustered through, startling some quails to fly from cover. A light splatter of rain started falling, making small doses of snow fall from the trees above. Silentstrike sighed, watching the patterns on the back of his eyelids. He needed someone to talk to, someone to express himself to...someone to be his friends...