the pale yellow moon shone fiercly through the challenging clouds. the woods were oddly silent, the only sound shattering the silence were the thunder..
the morning sun pierced the treeline like a knife at the soft underbelly of society. the village was still a couple miles out, but the was good. she w..
the next two days seemd to drag by. every tree looked the same, flowers had twins and well dog, wasn't the talkative type. dakota wasn't exactly a soc..