August 01, 2016, 01:11 PM
(This post was last modified: August 01, 2016, 01:57 PM by Rannoch’s Ghost.)
A mid-summer storm lingered on the wooded horizon, threatening an afternoon full of rain. Such a threat drove the youngest Frostfur from the comforts of their home and into the clearing before the den. The morning had been spent by his brother side, exploring the clearing before their home and making sure that all butterflies were a respectful distance from their home.
He was poised much like a regal sphinx, his legs neatly folded underneath as he soaked up the last of the fleeting rays. Overcast conditions reigned overhead as he kept a watchful eye on the forest before them. With a good majority of his energy spent on his morning romp, he fought the urge to nap and instead stay awake to soak in all that the great outdoors had to offer him.
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spirit of the stairwell - by Rannoch’s Ghost - August 01, 2016, 01:11 PM
RE: spirit of the stairwell - by Cypress - August 01, 2016, 10:18 PM
RE: spirit of the stairwell - by Goldhawk - August 04, 2016, 09:46 AM
RE: spirit of the stairwell - by Rannoch’s Ghost - August 05, 2016, 02:15 PM
RE: spirit of the stairwell - by Goldhawk - August 09, 2016, 08:37 AM
RE: spirit of the stairwell - by Cypress - August 11, 2016, 07:16 AM
RE: spirit of the stairwell - by Rannoch’s Ghost - August 13, 2016, 07:34 PM
RE: spirit of the stairwell - by Cypress - September 09, 2016, 05:50 PM