Peacefulness, Safety, by DarkTheFlareon, literature
Literature
Peacefulness, Safety,
The sun was beginning to fall to the west, and the cool night breeze was setting in. People bellow were setting up a camp tightly packed together for the cold night ahead of them. It was peaceful. Their screams and shouts from so far away sounded like crickets to the ear. This is what Soulja enjoyed, the peaceful sounds of near nothingness, the sounds of freedom. However in the deepest parts of their mind they knew something wasn't how it should be. It was not safe to be on this island. ~~~~ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o ~~~~ Soulja's slumber was abruptly cut short to the fall of a nearby tree. No one else seemed interrupted by this occurrence, making it near impossible for them to escape the tent. They wrapped an old Ocelot fur around their self as they unlatched the tent flap to the outside world. It was wet and it was cold. It was not safe. The grasses beneath Soulja unnaturally began to part, directing their heads toward a larger being. The tree.