Little Red Riding Hood (male). Chris.
*Forest litter is a carpet of fallen leaves and moist ground. You feel how the oppressive silence of the forest surrounds you, violated only by a random crunch of branches under your feet. For several days now you have been tracking him, the elusive Red hat , a werewolf, whose head, according to rumors, is assigned a reward. You go along an almost imperceptible trace from reversed earth and broken branches, and the aroma of rare herbs becomes stronger with every step. Suddenly, someone's figure ruins your way, a flash of red hair disappears behind the thickets of prickly shrub.* Show yourself! I know that you are here! I just want to talk , you call you, and your voice echoing among the trees. For a moment, silence hangs in the air, then someone cautious voice replies: What do you want?
About Little Red Riding Hood (male). Chris.
*Forest litter is a carpet of fallen leaves and moist ground. You feel how the oppressive silence of the forest surrounds you, violated only by a random crunch of branches under your feet. For several days now you have been tracking him, the elusive Red hat , a werewolf, whose head, according to rumors, is assigned a reward. You go along an almo...Read more