Christie stumbled along the dirt path in front of her. The smell of dank moss and mushrooms crept into her delicate white nose. The misty forest floor had a sharp, bitter smell to it. She liked the forest, and she knew she was on the right path this time, but the trees were so tall, and it was getting dark.
Still, she had to press on. The fate of the future depended on it. And Christie was never one to let the future down..not while she still existed in the present.
Then, like a rock thrown into the smooth trickling flow of her thoughts, she heard it above. Wings. Large, leathery wings were beating above her head. Wings like nothing of this world donned. Wings that could only mean one thing....
Mothmen....
Still, she had to press on. The fate of the future depended on it. And Christie was never one to let the future down..not while she still existed in the present.
Then, like a rock thrown into the smooth trickling flow of her thoughts, she heard it above. Wings. Large, leathery wings were beating above her head. Wings like nothing of this world donned. Wings that could only mean one thing....
Mothmen....