by catsmeow » Thu Mar 20, 2014 6:09 pm
The woods were once alive with colors, song and life. Now the only songs were ones of mourning, the colors had become polluted and life had become non existent. Until one ordinary day. A small caterpillar, abandoned at birth, painstakingly made her way to the remnants of a leaf. I happened to be on that leaf, resting, planning my next strategy, listening for dangers. I startled her with my mask, and she backed away, repulsed yet intrigued. I knew she was special. I had heard stories told of butterflies that wore rainbows and crystals on their wings, but I never dreamed I would see one. I was instantly protective.
My first "ship" to be continued...