Mood Is A Thing For Cattle [Amos]

*Ashiel* · 01-06-2018, 07:09 PM

Ashiel had dozed off slightly, dreaming of black and white serpents and chasing after his sister while Griff flew overhead giving him a lecture on philosophy that he didn't understand and often swayed from the common tongue into bird speech. In the dream the moon had been shining big and bright before it was suddenly stained with blood and Amon was standing there looking at him expectantly. It was a confusing mess of a dream and he woke uncertain if it had been a dream or a nightmare. He shook his head and instead contended himself with looking out across the horizon.

Ashiel snapped his head swiftly toward a cheerful hello as he spied a yearling with mismatched eyes heading toward him. He was a good sized male, built in a similar way to Ashiel. Ashiel quickly got to his feet and shook himself out to rid himself of the dream and the lingering remnants of sleep. "Hello there, who might you be?"

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