'If only, if only,' the woodpecker sighs, 'The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies.' While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, and cries to the moon, 'If only, if only.'
----------------- RP blog (for use in Night Island RPG only) Lost soul. Redneck werewolf. Warrior poet. Face claim: Kevin Durand
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