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Link092 · 02-17-09, 04:03 PM

*A little head snores lightly in a small crate near the house of Farmer Joe, but it stops as lightning splits the skies, and thunder bellows at the world below.*

"Epp!"

oh my! that was loud! time to leave maybe? the house might fall again.... poor farmer joe lost his house when silly man knock it down... must be a house of hay.... *nods sagely* Why am I in this box........ HELP!!!!! *bangs the inside of the crate with his fists for a moment* wait... oh yeah... I was sleeping here.... well, time to get up!

*the little man exits the small crate, and the small head, rosy cheeks and all, turn to the war torn skies. Lightning thrusts itself from a billowing cloud, like a forked tongue of a snake. A roar follows suit and the little man is quick to pull his hood over his head. light feet carry him through tall grasses, and a bright smile under a dark hood makes an odd sight out in the plains. The care free brownie walks with the purpose of a sloth, and watches sunlight filter though the angry clouds warring overhead.*

I wonder when I'll see Fluer and Feh again... or Knee-Hair! or that ugly man! or that icky bug... or Those pretty mushrooms! or that glowything! or a troll... icky...... or a Tiger! yup! I haven't seen a tiger in a while... they must not like strong brownies! or Anne! *Giggles* man it' gonna rain.... which reminds me, I feel like having soup... *Grins* Or a radish! a big, red, radish!... I wonder what those bigguns are up to... I bet they're still hunting big moles... what's that?

*the flighty creature takes off through the grass, stumbling upon a small anthill, and proceeds to play with ants. The play soon stops as a large droplet of water pelts him in the back of the head. jumping in surprise, he turns a look up, and receives another in the face. He lets out a small "oop!", and runs through the grass back to the safety of the crate. he pauses, and looks for better shelter. he climbs on top of the crate, and looks for a small shed somewhere around the fields. With the dexterity of one so small, he hopes off the crate and scurries off gracefully to a small shed far in the distance. Rain soaks him and the grass around him, making travel harder, but in due time, he reaches his goal. the small shed, filled with various equipment used on the farmland. He wasn't quite sure whose' it was, but it mattered not. He needed a place to sleep, and this shed definitely needed cleaning... after a while tools are arranged neatly, and the small man wraps up in a cloak torn at the bottom, and using what seems to be the rest of it as a blanket.

Maybe tomorrow will be better...

*Snoring and sweet dreams follow, untouched by the tumult of the raging weather*

02-17-09, 04:03 PM	#5
Link092 Mind Flayer Characters Join Date: Jul 2008 Location: North Carolina Posts: 1,254 Thanks: 1,283 Thanked 240 Times in 179 Posts	Re: Richard Windwhisp - thoughts and the such *A little head snores lightly in a small crate near the house of Farmer Joe, but it stops as lightning splits the skies, and thunder bellows at the world below.* "Epp!" oh my! that was loud! time to leave maybe? the house might fall again.... poor farmer joe lost his house when silly man knock it down... must be a house of hay.... *nods sagely* Why am I in this box........ HELP!!!!! *bangs the inside of the crate with his fists for a moment* wait... oh yeah... I was sleeping here.... well, time to get up! the little man exits the small crate, and the small head, rosy cheeks and all, turn to the war torn skies. Lightning thrusts itself from a billowing cloud, like a forked tongue of a snake. A roar follows suit and the little man is quick to pull his hood over his head. light feet carry him through tall grasses, and a bright smile under a dark hood makes an odd sight out in the plains. The care free brownie walks with the purpose of a sloth, and watches sunlight filter though the angry clouds warring overhead. I wonder when I'll see Fluer and Feh again... or Knee-Hair! or that ugly man! or that icky bug... or Those pretty mushrooms! or that glowything! or a troll... icky...... or a Tiger! yup! I haven't seen a tiger in a while... they must not like strong brownies! or Anne! *Giggles* man it' gonna rain.... which reminds me, I feel like having soup... *Grins* Or a radish! a big, red, radish!... I wonder what those bigguns are up to... I bet they're still hunting big moles... what's that? the flighty creature takes off through the grass, stumbling upon a small anthill, and proceeds to play with ants. The play soon stops as a large droplet of water pelts him in the back of the head. jumping in surprise, he turns a look up, and receives another in the face. He lets out a small "oop!", and runs through the grass back to the safety of the crate. he pauses, and looks for better shelter. he climbs on top of the crate, and looks for a small shed somewhere around the fields. With the dexterity of one so small, he hopes off the crate and scurries off gracefully to a small shed far in the distance. Rain soaks him and the grass around him, making travel harder, but in due time, he reaches his goal. the small shed, filled with various equipment used on the farmland. He wasn't quite sure whose' it was, but it mattered not. He needed a place to sleep, and this shed definitely needed cleaning... after a while tools are arranged neatly, and the small man wraps up in a cloak torn at the bottom, and using what seems to be the rest of it as a blanket. Maybe tomorrow will be better...* *Snoring and sweet dreams follow, untouched by the tumult of the raging weather* __________________ "I often find myself asking for two things.... Coffee.. and sleep!" Mossfeild-Deshaldi Trading Co.