Hideaway Strath Shut up brain or I'll stab you with a Q-tip
All Welcome  February 08, 2021, 04:17 PM
Whrist
Saints Of The Dying Light
Specialist
Glittering white blanketed the earth the trees and brush, covering the not just the strath but the whole of the wilds, everything was kissed by the snow it was pretty and pristine and the gods curse it, it was white!

The black wraith ghosted though the trees, her form clearly visible in the darkness a black ghost against the sea of white. She had no where to go and nowhere to be she, was aimless but for the fact she kept moving.

Soon she found herself on a hill with the sunrise beginning it’s assent into the sky she sighed slows to a stand still. She watched the sun rise trying to find inner peace within the natural beauty of the world, a frown on her lip proved her desires were being left unfulfilled. Her emotions were still a miss mash, a kaleidoscope, something she could not contain nor sort out and so her ears cocked looking for any noise any distraction to turn her attention toward.