The cold wind blew past my face, it's icy touch caressing my cheeks, it's eerie sound whispering on my ears.
To any other person, staying under the bright light of the night is weird, but for me, it's perfect. Peacful.
I was relaxing, my eyes closed, when I heard something moved somewhere..
In the encaging orange forrest known as burnt umberest, I lay still my attention peaked when I saw the big old floppy ears that belonged not to a bunny but to me instead, I quickly grabed my mighty grimlock of the darkest magic and summoned my unholly thoughts to take shape of a hell beast called...