Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-24748452-20140815181432

Crimson, the wanderer, has decided to stop his long journey. While he is lost, he still has solid determination, to find a new Eden.

A home.

A family.

Crimson's fur glistens in the dim sunrise as he moves along. He finds a strange formation, a landmark of sorts. A great circle of conifer trees, somewhat separated from the rest of the evergreen forest beyond.

Yet the refugee does not see much reason to deem the circle of pines as a landmark. He has been steadily moving for almost three moons. Crimson has treaded through cities and towns, forests and mountains.

Yet now, he seems to believe there is no hope. No meaning to go further on his journey.

His family is dead, and his mind taken prisoner by sadness.

Crimson sits beneath the long prickled branches of a evergreen, and lies in the cool shaded grass.

The need to rest is weighing in his mind, and he closes his eyes.