╔═════════════( ♫ ♪ )═╗xxxωhy cant тhey seeмarkos "smoke" иiyar
Where am I? The Woods Who am I with? Me, Myself & I How do I feel? Relaxed ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀ ▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀ ▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀
The silence of the woods always relieved Markos's anxiety. After a day of hiding himself from his so called friends, keeping his shift in check, and then of course actually attending class, the cross breed was more than ready for some alone time. He had his camera with him, a hobby to cover his constant need to be in nature. He wanted to be an eco-journalist, is what he would tell his friends. That the plight of mother nature called him to her side like a fly to light. But really, he just hated people. They always had something to say, do, run around, move. It was too much.
Markos walked along a less used nature trail and pulled out his camera, taking a photo of some near by beetles and fauna. He smiled to himself, utter silence. The only sound was the soft click of his camera lens closing and opening. He wandered down the trail, smiling to himself. After a day of unrest, he was finally at peace. Or so things seemed.
The creature stopped on the trail as he heard footsteps running, and panting echoing in the wood. He tried to figure out where he was. Somewhere behind the high school, he reasoned from the football stadium barely in view. He paused and pulled out his camera, crouching behind a log. Who is running, why? I smell fear he thought to himself and watched intently.
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тhere αre ρeople ωorse тhan мe xxxxx
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