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The Forest Monk's picture



I find myself surrounded by bitter whispers.
Cold, raging cuts.
Slices. Howls. Screams.
Purity In its most chilling form;
Winters Bitter Kisses.

Im slower than usual. My moods are deflated.
I long for the nourishing warmth of spring,
cooling flow of water; melted snow.
Beginning again.
Iaurdagnire's picture

Love it - I have a strange

Love it - I have a strange attraction to white outlines. There's more depth somehow (:
Nimariel's picture

I like this. I really do

I like this. I really do Smiling

Same for me- white outlines do seem to show more of a shape to anything. The stag also seems one with the snow- or just surrounded by the storm's bitter whispers.

Nice :3
This land is made of love and peace!