Post by ~Stallion of Power~ on Sept 13, 2006 15:50:42 GMT -5
The large buck finally had a chance to relax. The cold night air whistled against the tree's as teh soft rattle of dead leaves clambering across teh old clay was calming his senses. The scent of old bark and the soft veiw of distant mist.
The scary thing aboiut mist was that you did not know what stood out of your veiw. Rolex did not care. Life was painless to him.
The scary thing aboiut mist was that you did not know what stood out of your veiw. Rolex did not care. Life was painless to him.