samedi 26 septembre 2015

The Journey

Two praying mantes were holding the reins of their respective horses, their eyes

scanning the wasteland with grim impatience for any kind of landmark or sign of life.

"I think we should make camp soon." Says the mantis with a feathered cap. "Just

another league, we may as well make use of these horses while we have them." Responds

the swarthy mantis. "Why do you say that?" Queries Featherc
The Journey

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