You must be lost, no one seeks me out willingly.
Not unless thare are searching for pain, or the answers that can only be found in death.
~you hear movement in the trees above, the flapping of wings, a struggle for life in the canapie above. leaves begin to fall. A dead squerell lands at your feet, followed swiftly by the victor of the battle a large black bird. Whith no sign of tenderness or mercy the bird rips the anamal open and begins his feast. A soft chuckle, Warm and loveing brings your attention away from the grusome sceen~
It's just one of thouse circle of life type things.
~a moon been shines down through the small opening in the trees shedding little light but enough for you to make out the being infront of you. anckuls crossed your eyes scan up the long pale length of her legs, thay dissapear into the clouth draped around her. She is leaning agenst a tree from what you can tell. But thare isent enough light to see any more of her. save thouse long pale powerfull legs~
Lost? I hadent thought about it before. maybe I am. ~your eyes strain to see more of her~
