Post by richard on Sept 2, 2017 0:10:25 GMT
If you could see me now would you recognize me? Would you pat me on the back or would you criticize me? Would you follow every line on my tear-stained face. Put your hand on a heart that was cold As the day you were taken away? I know it's been a while but I can see you clear as day
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Moudry's paws shifted through leaves of the forest floor. He constantly had to step over roots that tried to trip him. It was like the forest was a living thing. Even though every place looked the same each inch of it was different. The smells mostly he could pick up faint whiffs of honey from the trees. Combee probably nested nearby.
In the next instant though he could smell sawsbuck and deerling. He sniffed the ground trying to tell the way they went. A deerling was no trouble but a large sawsbuck was. He'd rather avoid it.
So many smells and sounds. Fluttering wings from the birds overhead and just the occasional snap of a twig that made him crouch and wait. While he took it all in his mission weighed on his mind. He had to track down specifically these treecko's homes.
A protest had risen up from the treecko's due to hunting. He understood it really since his own brother had been tricked and killed to be sold as nothing but skin. A part of him wished he had stolen it and kept it with him.
Killers in general got under his skin. Yet hunting was needed for food and with increasing population, he could just imagine how much hunting has gone up. He wondered what their complaint is specifically. Running through their yard? Noise?
As he contemplated the reason he caught a whiff. He was going in the right direction. The light breeze making the trees shift and speak had brought the smell of treecko upon his nostrils. He angled himself to follow that smell hoping he would arrive soon. He wanted to solve this quickly and get paid.
In the next instant though he could smell sawsbuck and deerling. He sniffed the ground trying to tell the way they went. A deerling was no trouble but a large sawsbuck was. He'd rather avoid it.
So many smells and sounds. Fluttering wings from the birds overhead and just the occasional snap of a twig that made him crouch and wait. While he took it all in his mission weighed on his mind. He had to track down specifically these treecko's homes.
A protest had risen up from the treecko's due to hunting. He understood it really since his own brother had been tricked and killed to be sold as nothing but skin. A part of him wished he had stolen it and kept it with him.
Killers in general got under his skin. Yet hunting was needed for food and with increasing population, he could just imagine how much hunting has gone up. He wondered what their complaint is specifically. Running through their yard? Noise?
As he contemplated the reason he caught a whiff. He was going in the right direction. The light breeze making the trees shift and speak had brought the smell of treecko upon his nostrils. He angled himself to follow that smell hoping he would arrive soon. He wanted to solve this quickly and get paid.
your notes here, please keep it short.
MADE BY MIZO