by Terra Dragon » Thu Dec 10, 2009 12:41 pm
Flyer flew after her. He showed Runner a map of their world. There was the pools, in the silent forests... and then endless mists. There was nothing in them, as far as anyone they knew knew. It was roumored that things where created there... Good things, bad things... Some siad it was the land of dreams, death, or any number of things. Flyer could not risk Runner going into that unknown. It was too dangerouse.
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul.
And sings the tune, without the words,
And never stops at all."Imperfection is Beauty, Madness is Genius, and it's Better to be Absolutely Ridiculous than Absolutely Boring." -Marilyn MonroeI don't frequent the forums anymore. My skype is terradragon13.
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