The Creator
he who crosses the border will never return from a fate so dreadful the creator sees all
he who crosses the border will never return from a fate so dreadful the creator sees all
He looked away but scooted over to offer her a seat beside him. He seemed lonely and not wanting to appear rude, she accepted. She took in a deep breath and as she did, got a small smell of him. He smells... strange; familiar, somehow. Have I seen him before? Although strange, he smelled good, of fresh pine and wild...