M
moss
Guest
If I may;
Rain hammered like hatred agaist the old tin roof as Silan curled beneath damp sacks and unforgiving tempest. Tomorrow he would fight again. Again he would be shamed. Shivering cold he craved for his mother.
`Fell under oss` The man tomorrow said.
And so let us journey upon more fanciful times dear reader. the story of Silan's mother. And of a wild hound.
Most of all BE FREE!
Thanks. Moss.
Rain hammered like hatred agaist the old tin roof as Silan curled beneath damp sacks and unforgiving tempest. Tomorrow he would fight again. Again he would be shamed. Shivering cold he craved for his mother.
`Fell under oss` The man tomorrow said.
And so let us journey upon more fanciful times dear reader. the story of Silan's mother. And of a wild hound.
Most of all BE FREE!
Thanks. Moss.