Alrighty, so I’ve freshened up the site by trashing some of the crappier (and slightly embarrassing) pieces I put up and they will never be spoken of again. So Shhhhh! *whispers intently* They never existed!
And moving on… I thought I would test out a revamped opening to a story “White Oaks”, see what kinda response I get… (Ok ok, If I get a response). Don’t be too harsh now.
The wet frosty mist clung to his feet, and made clear twinkling droplets on his clothing and dark leather shoes. As he walked the droplets shook off onto the floor making a slush trail after him. Charkol held his head so high that he seemed to snub the people scattering out of the way with their bags.
A thin reddish scar wandered from above his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth. His scar and boiling eyes intimidated those who dared look at him directly. So as you can imagine, most did not notice his odd clothing when they were too busy adverting their eyes.