For lack of a better place.
Firelight crescent moon rises and a glare sparks in the eye of a subtle creature. A green flash amidst the wood. Cunning is its nature. It moves. Swift as the wind. Silent as still earth. A scent found; a chase begun. There is nothing else. All audience bends ear, the hunt is on. He breaches the brush. She leaps and bounds away. Nothing sweeter than the prey. Over grass and brook, to the edge meadow and round. Till finally he leaps and she is downed. No prey sweeter than she he love.
Today is mission tattoo day! Ink shall be mine.
Firelight crescent moon rises and a glare sparks in the eye of a subtle creature. A green flash amidst the wood. Cunning is its nature. It moves. Swift as the wind. Silent as still earth. A scent found; a chase begun. There is nothing else. All audience bends ear, the hunt is on. He breaches the brush. She leaps and bounds away. Nothing sweeter than the prey. Over grass and brook, to the edge meadow and round. Till finally he leaps and she is downed. No prey sweeter than she he love.
Today is mission tattoo day! Ink shall be mine.