...and the raven plucked a feather from its wing. It floated gracefully through the air, as the temperature dropped dramatically. The winds began to pick up, carrying the feather with it. The raven feather landed in a blue fur tree.
When it did, the tree was coated in a layer of ice, freezing water pouring from its branches to create millions of icicles. The ice spread through the forest, turning every tree into ice, but not nearly as stunning as the blue fur. It froze the ground, and the sky turned dark with blue-gray clouds releasing excessive amounts of snow. The ground froze, and the forest was fogged.
It reflected blue, and in the night the moon shined purple. Every pool of water froze over, and all life left the forest, except for the birds. There were so many birds, of brilliant colors and kinds, some not even known to man.
And the raven feather remained in the tree, frozen. Its base surrounded by a freezing white cloud, the blue fur tree stood still, almost like a guardian to this raven feather...
 RhaurenCasakra · Sat Dec 06, 2008 @ 07:44pm · 0 Comments |
