Stone Circle martröð

she had a nightmare, that night.

in her dreams, a big grand bearish-type canine had come to scoop her. she did not know this image to be her blood (@Bernadette) but the scene felt vaguely familiar. something she had felt once before. but it was...different.

there was not love here.

she had been placed before one of the large looming stones on a smaller stone.

something sharp came down from the bearish canine.

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then she woke, heaving in snorted breaths and tears in her eyes. already crying before she had fully woke. she stumbled along from her sleeping place to the river. eager to be far away from the stones, lest her dreams come true.

but they had been true, hadn't they?