Post by darkeningdream on Jun 17, 2007 3:28:08 GMT -5
Its was in the middle of the night, the stars were out and the animals were making there usual sounds in the night. An owl hooted. A fox cried. The animals could feel a presence they hadnt felt for a while coming back to the forrest. The sound of footsteps could be heard, the stones and mud crunching underneath there feet. A lonley fox walking near the footsteps turned quickly towards the sound. There was nothing there the fox quickly looked around and ran off. But if the fox dared to look up in the trees of the forrest, the fox would have seen a figure in the darkness, two bright blue eyes glowing in the light of moon looking down, watching the fox run off into the cover of the trees
