The rut has always been a subject of...interest to me, and this is not the first time I've penned poems about the event or its participants. I hope, this year, to keep all my writing in one specific location, for the ease of attracting readers as well as my own organizational aid.
As this is a series, I recommend checking back often for more. Where I can, I'll note specific muses or dedications.

This entry on my blog is mainly about rpg's. What is a rpg you may ask, "rpg" is an abbreviation for "Role Play Game". If you do not know about Rpg's please feel free to continue reading this paragragh, if you already know then so you don't get bored by too much you should might as well skip to the next paragragh. So, as i was saying, how you play a rpg is simply typing in what your character is doing but since this game already has action sets built in just try your best to find one that suits what you want to say or do.

To everyone, feel free to look for me in the forest during Friday-Monday at about 7:00am-8:00pm or later. If there's anything you want to know about this topic or if you would like some help with possible more "sufiticated grammar" i would be happy to show you a few words and chunks of sentences.

Thank you for reading

~June_Lovegood~

It all begins with the scrap of black cloth......The forest is a blank canvas, lacking color. Day doesn't exist, neathier does night. There is no sun to fill you with warmth. There is no moon to light the trail. There is no stars to make a wish filled with hope. Small glowing orbs of light are the only thing to light your way. The trees look down at you, swaying and moaning to their own song that you just can't seem to hear. The ground breathes in and out, dormat. Beings peek at you in the corner of your vision, gone when you whirl their way, the only thing left of them a giggle of amusement. The pond is filled with what appears to be some sort of thick liquid, rippling as if an invisible force dwelled there. The cries of your loved ones emit from the pond, and if you dwell too close to the deep part of the pond, your cries will soon join them. Glowing eyes watch you from the bushes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The once mighty oak is now alive, turning to watch you as you pass. The mushroom circles that filled you with wonderful dreams have been replaced with ritual circles, shadow beings muttering a low chant. The inhabitants that dwell here have turned into black eyed Nightmares. Cold, so cold to the touch, cackling as they dance and cast wicked spells to harm you. The shadows move closer each time you look away, intent on using you as a host. Dark cannot exist without light, and so the twin idols were chosen. They emit a rainbow of colors, offering you a chance to glimpse their world and safety. The path is not easy. Monsters of your worst nightmares block the path, and if you manage to pass them you would already die from blood loss by the time you started praying. This world brings fear. So much fear that if you stay too long....The last symptoms contain the want to die, unable to move, screaming, bleeding, and more unspeakable things. Then you begin to change for the worst.....And just as your about to die....The fear fully possesses you.