Broken Antler Fen she comes to bring your kings to their knees

Even in his dreams he couldn't escape the feeling of blood clotting his throat and the smell of charred flesh. Choking on the neck of somebody he once knew.


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Methuselah's eyes snapped opened as the dream ended. In the depths of his mind, he knew it wasn't so much a dream but, a memory kept playing itself over till he burried it with present problems. He wouldn't be bothered with it right now. 

The glowing light of the raising sun had him relefively closing them as he huffed. It was a lovely way to wake up as the burning in his eyes started to fade away. The oldest of the group moved to finally stretch as he tried to loosen up his stiff muscles. Even in the morning light, Methuselah still felt tired as he looked over at their little clearing. However, it didn't take long for him to notice Jerrik's form nearby. There was a soft warmth in his chest as he walked over to him. Bushy tail wagging ever so slightly behind him.