0 likes
login to like
You follow the stream for hours. It winds and is often difficult, especially when there is a waterfall. You keep going when you come to a lake. You follow the shore and hear a shout. Your eyes look up and in the trees a blue tinted humanoid with a red mohawk and tusks protruding from his mouth that extend at least two feet stares at you with violet eyes. You know you can’t run up the cliff you just descended…