A dark path laid with thorns

CODE © SKELLE 2021 & ART © ULFEID3 @ DA
"Speech!"
Although his time in the Hallows was coming to a close, he still couldn't find sleep any easier. Tonight he traveled away from the castle a bit to try and see if that would help. The familiar halls weren't helping any if he were being honest and so it made sense that maybe leaving for the night might help him find some kind of sleep. He hadn't slept a bit since he left Malachai in his den that night, so really he hadn't slept since the night before he left. That was many days ago now and his body was beginning to shut down, using the last little bit of energy he had left to frantically search for a safe resting place.

He found it within the garden nearby the castle. He remembered placing a rock here to symbolize his mothers rock up in Boreas and sought it out quickly. Never forgetting it's location, Grimshaw would curl around the stone and as soon as his body relaxed he fell asleep immediately. It wasn't going to  be a good dream though, and that much he already suspected before now. His legs frantically kicked around, forelimbs reaching upwards as he relived the drowning event in his mind.

The presence and warmth that wrapped around his back had done little to comfort the scared man, his voice whimpering softly as his slept. Her words had gone unheard, but in the nightmare he did move to press a bit closer into her.

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