1 Crows and beasts
Luminescence and solubility, (pronounced salability), first things to look for forward to out of the sea. The moss is blue, the horizon is into the wild, sounds of the wilderness arc, nether, and ether.
"I just killed an encyclopedia," said one of the snipers aiming through ropes of trees at dust of stones of kelee that is every paranormal hole rooted by the woods in the hollow and shallow vicinities.
Hooded capes they have from the trees do not allow travel to the stones of the walls or the cloaked underground. Sniper fired another shot at silhouette link at a stone trim. Shadow fell.
Worried about shadowless creatures, they always towok time to recover shadeless sights. Something to foot while the environment worried and recoiled from the second shot.
Night campfire, a lot of thought preset to calmer premises. Shots at sight kindled, many target loomed and luminescenced. Shadow hits, dark hits, and core hits. Always three options, to take the day into night, through dusk, or to dawn.
They weren't shooting a person, they were rendering a wall, of moving shadows. It all tarred. Shades mingled. Their friends made sure para targeting that all remained locked, through scan or sound. Nothing ever left, not even memories. Remedy was campfires. For those other times, radonmed was responsible for the tab living pads to the ventilation and garden scanners. It wasn't green monochrome, but it was radon&med for everything natural solution, or amid nature, "right type friends" they always advertised in the small radio and tv channels recruits attuned accustomed to. Large trucks and huge shipments, that's what that warm vents and coffees life was characterized by, green truck lines crossing deserts and woods to deliver best of comfort of grass and trees to coffee and steam through radonmed. Snipersnet feul carriers functioned differently, more items and select grey leaf (civic campsite gear) vs very civiced eq and iq sets and items, mobility as med provided.
The only company close to them were 8 hikers from kelee. Mobility starts with yellow and end before red. Hikers carried '2034 year of the snow'. Power blue was bound for ruins of Celee.
As geo nears as possible to areas of waste bleaches, many things were thought to belong in the shallows, and not the hollows. Many things traveled many undergrounds to carry environments with them. Areas differenced around them.
The hikers carried all sorts of small books with them, a mix of everything at a time, horrors and scopes. Life is alphabetic.
Anerving, aneuresmic, nets showed up behind the walls again, two snipers clad, shadows closer to kelee. Red mystified at shoulders, they ranked a new crosshair, a new target, a bigger aim. They ran shot another bullet through the grey of an expression. and Kelee lit orange. "I don't really want to think about the rest of us", the other said. 'I know it's cold' he smiled.
"I know it's cold", Miya Ret thought.
Foxes were different in the desert. They weren't foxes. Grass grew like ice. Branches angled like frost. Trees murked like snow, and in the desert, dunes brushed, stone rocked, and shadows lurked.
