| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
A Story, an idea. A cold night, accompanied by a freezing wind. The forest was dead silent all around him as he walked. The crunch of dead leaves under his boots were the only thing that he heard. It was winter here in this part of the world. The cold he was accustom to. The loneliness, the fact of being alone, with no one beside him, he was not used to. He pulled up his hood closer to his face to shield it from the bitter cold and pressed on. A few minutes of walking, later he thought he heard a trace of noise.A Story, an idea. by ~xCaedus
"No, it's just the wind. Or my eyes are playing tricks on me."
He thought to himself. However, he was wrong.
Bursts of arrows exploded from be
Sta.sh
--
Zeahahahahha!
Sure as hell!!!
--
I find your lack of faith disturbing... >:[
--
The formula of fear.
--
Why yes, that IS a walrus in my pants, thanks for asking.
--
Join the DA group Banthas-4-president : [link]
My Star Wars comics : [link]
--
Vaikka askeleeni ovat raskaat
ja kaikki mitätöntä
vaikka lukemattomat ovat arpeni
silti jatkan... silti jatkan ...
x
--
Prepare to put mustard on those words, for you will soon be consuming them along with this slice of humble pie that comes direct from the oven of shame, set at gas mark egg on your face.
--
Beneath the tides of wisdom, spins the undertow of hate.
--
Practicing is definitely harder than preaching.
--
More, more, more!!