Imagine a deep forest in the American Northwest (yes i know this is London but there isn't a sub-forum for America because it's cities are dead) On the Low Divide by the Elwa River (a place i went on a trek), there is a place where the trees seem to be as old as the earth. It is high up and the air is thin but clear, and a stream trickles nearby. On the lower branches of a cedar tree there is what looks looks like a bundle of leaves. A woodpecker lands on a nearby stump and starts hammering, the hollow wood resonating like a drum. The bundle stirs. "uhnnnnnnnnnnn," it moans, "go 'way..." The woodpecker pauses. It flies over to the bundle of leaves and begins to peck at it. "OW! WHAT THE H*** IS WRONG WITH YOU?" A person leaps up out of the bundle to stand on the branch, swatting at the woodpecker. "I TOLD YOU MY HEAD ISN'T HOLLOW AND ROTTEN!" Rook was not a morning person. He yawned, groaned, stretched.....and fell back asleep. The woodpecker returned......."OWWWW!!! I TOLD YOU TO F***ING QUIT THAT!!" Swatting at the woodpecker, Rook realized he wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. It was time to get up.
Angels vs Demons Rp
This is where the grand war between angels and demons is being fought. Which will you choose to join; the demons or the angels?
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