Darktanion
A professional writer is a amateur that never quit
The forest was quiet, the deep green leaves looming over, casting large shadows below. Thick leather boots shifted forward into the casted shadows, crunching down the weight as twigs and grass flattened beneath it. His large and calluses hand pressed back against pitch black hair, a heavy blue hue watching over the path in front of him as he sighed slightly. It was a long journey, the ever race to beat the nightfall a daily battle in the passing of the Estrella forest. A hand trailed behind him, gently tugging a large brown horse in tow. The kings mansion was well protected by natural elements, but he’d be there soon.
-His eyes shifted across the break in the forest line, gazing over stone walls. The Northern Castle. Finally, it was here-
-His eyes shifted across the break in the forest line, gazing over stone walls. The Northern Castle. Finally, it was here-