You must be suicidal to cross me
12-03-2013, 03:48 PM
Sebastian had found this place a while ago. He liked it, there was so many things to kill. Frogs, birds, small rodents. But now that it was winter, most of these were gone for now. He sat down under a willow, the leaves were covered in a white frost, tiny ice crystals making the most delicate and beautiful patterns. Most people would have noticed them, but to Sebastian, they were nothing. No beauty was seen in them. He sat there for a while until he realized how cold he was, the snow was coming down in a light flurry. He got up and began to walk around the forest of willows. Not really going anywhere, just circling. Hoping to find something to eat. Talk like this |