| Parable ink was traveling through the Woodlands on foot holding fruits and berries in his mouth to go feed his crow friends. His wings were folded in a happy manner as the fade from black feathers to white could be seen just swaying, he was a small skeleton, around 4 foot 11 inches tall but head quite the large wingspan. The island had a new start to the day, golden rays of sun piercing through the tree leaves. The eyelights in his eye sockets were a light light brown; A smile on his skull |