And the raindrops will fall
Feb 8, 2011 20:49:26 GMT -5
Post by UnderArmor on Feb 8, 2011 20:49:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Please read my character bio and write at least 3 paragraphs)
When the rain began to drizzle downward from the sky, one drip at a time. Evan knew that moment that he needed to find a place to sleep, and quick. He looked in his bag. It looked as if were just a simple backpack, but its storage space was enormous. It could hold half a deer if little Evan could carry one. He needed cover, so he hopped up a tall oak tree like a frog. He didn't look down until he was twenty feet up.
Drip,Drop, Drip, Drop, the rain fell from the sky. At first it was one, then two, and then it was dark and rain was pouring down by the near bucketfuls. He looked down at the dirt path below him, which was now basically mud. He wondered if the capital had made it, or if it were just natural and eroded by animals over the years. He pulled out a sleeping bag and a book, his book on plants that Finn gave him. He had a pretty good idea of what to eat and what not to eat. But something made him uneasy, and he soon exchanged in his bag his sleeping bag and book for a bow and quiver.
Down below him was a figure moving through the rain, but that was all he could tell. He knew they could be a peacekeeper or an enemy, so he readied his bow and tried to disguise himself in the tree, and to get a good vantage point. He wanted to end it quick, a shot to the neck maybe. He didn't want to see them die in a painful and long way, like..like, the incident. He shuddered to think about it, his eyes almost reddening. Finn had helped him with this, but it was still tough to think about. He wiped that away as best he could and readied himself for battle.
When the rain began to drizzle downward from the sky, one drip at a time. Evan knew that moment that he needed to find a place to sleep, and quick. He looked in his bag. It looked as if were just a simple backpack, but its storage space was enormous. It could hold half a deer if little Evan could carry one. He needed cover, so he hopped up a tall oak tree like a frog. He didn't look down until he was twenty feet up.
Drip,Drop, Drip, Drop, the rain fell from the sky. At first it was one, then two, and then it was dark and rain was pouring down by the near bucketfuls. He looked down at the dirt path below him, which was now basically mud. He wondered if the capital had made it, or if it were just natural and eroded by animals over the years. He pulled out a sleeping bag and a book, his book on plants that Finn gave him. He had a pretty good idea of what to eat and what not to eat. But something made him uneasy, and he soon exchanged in his bag his sleeping bag and book for a bow and quiver.
Down below him was a figure moving through the rain, but that was all he could tell. He knew they could be a peacekeeper or an enemy, so he readied his bow and tried to disguise himself in the tree, and to get a good vantage point. He wanted to end it quick, a shot to the neck maybe. He didn't want to see them die in a painful and long way, like..like, the incident. He shuddered to think about it, his eyes almost reddening. Finn had helped him with this, but it was still tough to think about. He wiped that away as best he could and readied himself for battle.
