Return to the source..
Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 3:11 pm
Jefferson Gray walks with quick intent through the darkened and hidden heart of the mysterious dwellings of the Southern forest, with the fresh corpse of a goat slung across his shoulder. His long grey trench coat bearing the blood red diamond insignia drifts behind him, and is drawn back by the violent gusts of wind that bellow and thrust in his direction, rustling the old leaves of the ancient tall trees that stand and surround with an intimidating aura, wildly about.
From a distance, his figure would seem to fade to black as he enters deeper and deeper into the bowls of the hostile terrain, but this doesn't seem to bother him. A determined stare occupies his glance, as he stares with darkened and tired, glazed over eyes. Concentrating deeply in the pursuit of the direction ahead, it would seem he visits this place after some time of absence, and by his stern expression, apparently not in favor for pleasure...
From a distance, his figure would seem to fade to black as he enters deeper and deeper into the bowls of the hostile terrain, but this doesn't seem to bother him. A determined stare occupies his glance, as he stares with darkened and tired, glazed over eyes. Concentrating deeply in the pursuit of the direction ahead, it would seem he visits this place after some time of absence, and by his stern expression, apparently not in favor for pleasure...