reality is fascinated by a couple of theme of figure feature seem has puzzle. but somehow it fined it way back to the bottom. {tree crackles} {trunk thumping} a burst of wind made cycling on the surface. a horrifying scream shock follow with growl. this gray world...this endless of all. Mossyground and the Gray area...a line cross. it as was border, and it stood between the green trees and the white sand. the mause and howling, the white thin sand ground rumble. the creature of nightmare hang 15 foot, flapping it wing side by side. it scream scare the little anime back into their hole. but some of the creature was intrude. The creature, it golden yellow big eyes watch the prey sooth and silent. burst of wind gad by the tree branch near where, shaking let out, and the leave fall in silent. the prey struggle to flee. the marinate, suddenly the creature attack, which let the prey to run sideway splitting into two. claw det between the prey upper back. making the prey scream as it display painful as to be intolerable. the predator fence her wing out stretched showing the domain to the male prey. they argued counterattack. until the fearsome creature response slain one, second remain slew back as it repeatedly trying to take off.

the white sand no longer seem to hold crystal liking, as the red blood drop stain the ground. Drip where in large amount. It really... really mademonster footprint with poor animal blood fall 35 feet high.

The leave fall second time. but, there were only silent, the rustle and woch. the prey silently breath, brown eyes turn from right to left and up and down...observing something moving so fast that it make sound every-time jump between the trees. It changer the position. The horrifying creature flog as the sigh become hard to see. block by the sun ray.

I told you that we will find meal! The haunter mounted on the big and thin branch. They both glance down, looking at the spot with horror. They both observed each for, moment. Both wore dark green boil leather, tight pan and antique archery bow and arrow. she wore a long robe is made of an authentic-style woven cotton for a suitably rustic aesthetic. the robe has a lace up neckline with black cording. Beneath the pointed placket, the front and back of the robe are pleated. Long, roomy sleeves round out the look. No belt is included, she pull out dagger and throw thrust.

thud!! it missed the creature by a foot. hmm! I don’t know why you done that,” his sturdy and studies result with disappointment without him to let her know, I see it in his face.

let make this haunt, as fast as quick I got another mission as we speak.” he disappear into thin air. hmm! she murmured in curse uneasy. I know what I have done,” she reply in the empty space where he settled a few minute ago. A scream came from buttom, push her out of the thought. And look down. “Already!! she responded with hold of breath has she jump. he was tiding the animal. both front and back each two join together. “Thu, you may think this is competition! I advice you in such thought.” she walk pass him, the sand soak and wet. hand stretch, as she bend. And her finger touch the dagger hilt. it felt familiar to her as she repeatedly rap the hilt. she feel the cold the dagger is releasing. the dagger has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. her eye watch closely, The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of strange runes (a spear plunged into a fleur-de-lys atop a dragon) are carved into the blade near the spine. the haunter who were tiding the poor animal, draw his familiar dagger but different in similarity just a bit. The dagger has an ornate blade in serpentine shape forged in grayish steel. The blade is fixed on a rich dark metal hilt .

he cut the rope in half making a pocket to tide the deer around his back. worse if they encounter an outlaw haunters. it can turn little messes.

West--south from the two brave hunters. The stream rive cracking throughout the thin green wood. Whilst! With a start of ancient song of love in hard time. A voices, a couple of them chatter indistinct.

time turn...and the group of folk mound on the green tree, the tall with long clock. and the short with fat belle. all the rest wore black. "did we pass the spot! voice spoke indistort. uh-I think we're already in the area." the blade shine. "What the fuck is that?! The fat point with wood so wet it drip dark water.

They all add him. "What do you think O'Hare? The man who they expect to answer their questions stood by tree leaning against. Tall handsome and smart, brown eyes gaze as fire and dark chocolate hair. "Hmm, he glance West, and east. What do you see?" He ask softly. They all pale and confused. Fat look confidence enough to answer him. "Ah-ua- I think the was a heavy struggling! Or fight!? O'Hare cut him.

Yes that as well." Fat agreed.