DeathlyShade

Bl.An.C. wRHG#6: Poking Some Fun It was a clear winter's day, the chill of the morning air brushed past the inhabitants of the city in a slow moving breeze. Inadequately clothed citizens shivered in their attires, rubbing the palms of their hands against their exposed arms to keep warm as they rushed indoors where it was much warmer. While others ran to the warmer confines of stores, the rest enjoyed the silence of the outside. Snow was yet to fall on the roads and sidewalks, not a single flake had even dropped on the freshly cut grass of the city's central garden but everyone was expecting it soon.Sitting on one of the garden's benches wa...

Bl.An.C. wRHG#6: Poking Some Fun It was a clear winter's day, the chill of the morning air brushed past the inhabitants of the city in a slow moving breeze. Inadequately clothed citizens shivered in their attires, rubbing the palms of their hands against their exposed arms to keep warm as they rushed indoors where it was much warmer. While others ran to the warmer confines of stores, the rest enjoyed the silence of the outside. Snow was yet to fall on the roads and sidewalks, not a single flake had even dropped on the freshly cut grass of the city's central garden but everyone was expecting it soon.Sitting on one of the garden's benches wa...

wRHG One: White Stitch Versus Gordon/Chabarea[] –Enclosed are thoughts.The sky was streaked with orange and yellow, and the final rays of the sun fell upon a canopy of leaves and branches. Below that green roof was a huge clearing with a massive stump in the very centre. Beside that was a small bonfire, it was encircles by small pebbles and stones; and an averagely tall man was busy stoking it with a pointed stick. It had rained earlier in that afternoon, mud pits and puddles had formed at that time, and the air was cold. The wind blew an icy wind, and the man could only tug his jacket tighter on himself as he poked the fire for no apparen...