Post by tyler dessen on Aug 8, 2008 17:42:02 GMT
Tyler was bored. It was midday and there was nothing to really fun to do, he sighed and hitched his rather large backpack onto his shoulder. People were always asking him if he ever got tired of carrying it around as he never seemed to use it put he just shook his head and walked on. He never said much to people either that was probably one of the reasons he was bored he had no friends. He shook his head again, removing the hair from his eyes and began walking towards the forest prehaps getting lost will kill some time he thought.
Getting lost was one of the things Tyler really enjoyed, most people panicked and never strayed off the path again but Tyler loved to see where the complicated trails led, to see where he ended up. He walked slowly through the trees on a worn track and turned quickly off onto another, more overgrown one. Light filtered through the trees and lit the way Tyler never had really got what it was people were scared about, the woods were cool. He followed the path without really thinking and soon he found himself at an abandoned campsite. He wasn't surprised a lot of werewolves had bulit camps in the shade of the trees in the end though it wasn't enough. Idiots the whole lot of them he thought what was even the point of the war? nothing was really gained, just a lot of things lost. He sighed and sat down on one of the stumps that lined the burned piece of ground which most likely used to be the campfire. He pulled his backpack from his shoulder and pulled out his notebook and a well chewed pen, then he got to work on a new spell. He wrote down random words that was in his head that was how it worked with him but they always made a spell in the end, in fact some of them were extreamly good and actually more effective than some real ones. He chewed his pen lid and looked back over what he had written, exchanging one word for another. Everything was quiet, which was perfect for trying out a new spell. Slowly he took a deep breath.
Getting lost was one of the things Tyler really enjoyed, most people panicked and never strayed off the path again but Tyler loved to see where the complicated trails led, to see where he ended up. He walked slowly through the trees on a worn track and turned quickly off onto another, more overgrown one. Light filtered through the trees and lit the way Tyler never had really got what it was people were scared about, the woods were cool. He followed the path without really thinking and soon he found himself at an abandoned campsite. He wasn't surprised a lot of werewolves had bulit camps in the shade of the trees in the end though it wasn't enough. Idiots the whole lot of them he thought what was even the point of the war? nothing was really gained, just a lot of things lost. He sighed and sat down on one of the stumps that lined the burned piece of ground which most likely used to be the campfire. He pulled his backpack from his shoulder and pulled out his notebook and a well chewed pen, then he got to work on a new spell. He wrote down random words that was in his head that was how it worked with him but they always made a spell in the end, in fact some of them were extreamly good and actually more effective than some real ones. He chewed his pen lid and looked back over what he had written, exchanging one word for another. Everything was quiet, which was perfect for trying out a new spell. Slowly he took a deep breath.