Post by Logan Marshall on Jun 5, 2015 2:20:41 GMT
Logan Marshall walked through the forest, wearing his black hoodie, the hood up, trying to avoid being seen or recognized. He was trying to stay on the down-low, out of sight, out of mind.
The twigs broke as he stepped, not the best for hiding. His silver hair glinted in the sunlight that so-casually peeked through the tree-tops of the forest. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he lowered his hood. The blue dye at the back of his hair was freshly dyed, as he did it before he left to go into the forest.
Without shifting into animal-form, he backed up, and ran full speed at a tree, running up it as far as he could. When he couldn't run he kicked off, flinging himself to the right, grabbing a thick branch. He sat on, and eventually lay down on it. It was very comfortable, and he was very relaxed.
All of the sudden he jolted up. He could hear footsteps on the leaves of the foret floor, and looked down to see a male half-blood, as he could see that he had animal ears.
(Sam Hanson)
The twigs broke as he stepped, not the best for hiding. His silver hair glinted in the sunlight that so-casually peeked through the tree-tops of the forest. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he lowered his hood. The blue dye at the back of his hair was freshly dyed, as he did it before he left to go into the forest.
Without shifting into animal-form, he backed up, and ran full speed at a tree, running up it as far as he could. When he couldn't run he kicked off, flinging himself to the right, grabbing a thick branch. He sat on, and eventually lay down on it. It was very comfortable, and he was very relaxed.
All of the sudden he jolted up. He could hear footsteps on the leaves of the foret floor, and looked down to see a male half-blood, as he could see that he had animal ears.
(Sam Hanson)
