The clang and clatter of the boot, which he'd found buried in the Steppe's snow, fell against the stone archway of the veins and broke the silence of the warm Birdsong evening. Birch still felt the cold as if it was a part of him. The transition back into the world outside of the steppe had been taxing and time consuming. What wasn't seen in aching muscles showed on his battered and ice-soaked pelt. What little leaves had been left had long since withered and died, and a coat that should have long since begun to turn colors stayed white and pure. Birch. </style> |
When it Rains [Earth God return]
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When it Rains [Earth God return] - by Birch - 12-01-2012, 04:11 PM
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