Post by emilie on Jul 15, 2011 9:21:35 GMT -5
Barle stood snuffing the wind calmly she swerved her quarters around to look at the old tree it had been struck by lightning which made a zig zag split down the trunk the tree moaned softly in the winds and the branches creaked precariously she observed it sadly hardly a place to call home but to her it was everything and to the little birds and small beasts it was a safe haven an island of peace in a sea of war for all around predators and prey fought in the desperate struggle for survival but the animals agreed that this was a peace tree which is why Barle took it as her place of rest she wanted peace her soul was an asylum all she saw through her blind withered sockets was a black world that's all she saw but she in losing one sense developed her other, hearing threefold she heard horror distress pain and suffering