Grinding his teeth together, his clothes covered in grime and oil from his engineering prior to his exile, Warren continued to concoct a plan to get him off of the desert island he was stranded on. It was a tough job, however, due to the lack of materials and tools. He knew, however, that he had to get this job done soon, for if he were to remain here, he would not be able to contact his one true love. His love was a fair woman about his age, reddish-orange hair, pale-blue eyes, a charming smile, and a sweet voice, like that of an angel. She alone was enough to motivate him to get back home.
 Shiverwar · Sat Dec 11, 2010 @ 04:20pm · 0 Comments |
