Ouroboros Spine drinking arsenic

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He wanted to sleep. Finally. Wanted to drift off into that mindless abyss where he could sleep long and hard and recover from the physical and mental exertions over however long they had withdrawn for. He'd lost track of time. Lost track of most things save for that burning need that and swept through and claimed him as many times as he'd claimed her. It was no small mercy that her heat had passed and with it their coupling was complete. For now. For now he would escape and surrender to the thralls of sleep.

Kero'd found himself upon the isle. He'd found it. He'd returned to it. For all sakes and purposes that isle within the lake was his solace. His retreat. He'd ventured there in hopes of undisturbed rest and for a while he found it. He slept. Hard. His exhaustion far too deep to be disrupted by anything other than the natural cycles of sleep. It wasn't until he began to emerge from that slumber that he became aware of the world once more.

Jaws widened, baring a yawn that ended in the final snap of teeth. He lingered, head upon his paws with closed eyes until he finally thought to rouse himself. Kero lifted to his feet and stretched. Downward dog. Upward dog. One leg at a time as he worked out the stiffness in his shoulder from recent wounds.

He realized then that he was hungry. He'd not eaten his fill in quite some time and now that he was rested, he had but one aim. There was a herd of deer somewhere on this isle. He'd find it.