Rustles and footsteps muffled by the scattered leaves is heard at the Mist forest. The moons light shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the trees as a man with an unruly blonde hair and black highlights came by the lake shore, his black robe moved with his every footsteps. Ragna: So...what have she said before? -bought his hand up as white ashes began to fall from the sky- Its too early for angels to fly eh... Its going to be cold outside now, -he smirks widely-
Posted on: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 07:02:30 +0000
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