- Aug 2012 -
419 Posts

shadow_geist+

The cold wind howls and slithers through the cracks of the wooden door being held shut only by a medium-sized rock. Dim light comes from the embers of a fire used to create dinner hours ago. The room, not much larger than that of a horse's stall, houses a pallet of hides and furs for a bed. On that bed I lay, swords close as I rest. Waiting for...
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