Under the silent rays of the glowing moon, birds flew against the tides of the grooving wind, they flapped their wings like their lives depended on it, running away from the twigs intertwined in the tree branches, a placid sanctuary where they used to call their homes, simple and unconventional but still it was a paradise to this small creatures, but now they seemed to have been ruffled out of their homes by the unsettled air in the forest.
The sounds of footsteps... multiple footsteps stomping the ground rapidly and smashing fallen dry leaves and tree branches as it progressed, coupled with the sounds of leaves being scattered around by the rapid wind, also the sounds of birds panicking about in the trees in search of tranquility, increased the tension that already loomed over the forest.
