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Oct 11, 2009 17:54:12 GMT -5
Post by x.Serenade on Oct 11, 2009 17:54:12 GMT -5
Bluegrass Murder
Well now. This was certainly a different kind of place. It was blue. Yes, blue. The grasses were blue, the water was blue, the sky was blue. And he stuck out like a sore thumb. The large bay stag strolled through the grass that made up part of his calling. There were random patches of oak and maple trees that dotted the landscape, shading the ground beneath them. In the center, there was a large cluster of good, strong trees, with thick boughs, creating a roof between them. Bluegrass Murder stood beneath them, gazing up and around at the trees, and a smile came to his lips. This was the place, the place that he would rule, with an iron dagger and gentle words. Contradiction, that was him. Well, most of the time. But this was the place, and he wasn't moving from it. Anyone who wanted to oust him from this place, would face a demon, because this was his home now, his Bluegrass Sea.
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