Dannyboy
02 April 2007, 01:17 AM
I was perched on the cresent frost covered mountain-top strumming my sitar (Indian Guitar) until my arms couldn't take the pressure and cold gazing upon my fingers. Those owls were silent hovering above my head, but I knew they were there. I looked onto the sunstetted ocean wondering how the world had stayed so beautiful.
Carrying a strand of bamboo as my cane, I slowly decended from the mountain-top, noticing a gentle panda wandering beside me. I offered it my "cane", slowly reaching out it's paw, nibbleing on it with content. Shortly after, by back ached, and the panda knelt down in front of me, as if offering me a ride. I guess companions come out of nowhere.
This is just a small story non-CP related.
Please rate out of 10.
Carrying a strand of bamboo as my cane, I slowly decended from the mountain-top, noticing a gentle panda wandering beside me. I offered it my "cane", slowly reaching out it's paw, nibbleing on it with content. Shortly after, by back ached, and the panda knelt down in front of me, as if offering me a ride. I guess companions come out of nowhere.
This is just a small story non-CP related.
Please rate out of 10.