icebear

As you walk through the woods, you notice that you are being enveloped into a thick, clingy   fog. you stumble around aimlessly, lost in the mire. When it finally frees you from its grasp,    you find yourself in a part of the woods you have never seen in all your time you've spent here. Then you notice a sign ‘Welcome, friend, to my part of the Woods. Feel free to roam, I do not bite’         Welcome, I’m a 20 year old student from Australia, who enjoys reading all things fantasy   related and drawing creature’s fantasy related (That may one day be on Elfwood). I’m still not sure if my little story is worth putting here, but you only live once, so here goes.          

Nothing here yet

This person is still looking for inspiration...