The cross marked male had been sleeping deeply, his dreams often turning into nightmares as of late. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a peaceful nights rest, usually keeping his mind sharp and aware for the sound of Twig nearby. The prior night, he had barely slept at all. For the forms of shadows had been continuously plaguing his mind as of late, and if he were human he'd have deep and dark shadows under his eyes. Limbs would twitch in fitful slumber, eyes squeezing shut at his nightmares continued. His nostrils would fill with the scent of death, tongue holding the metallic taste of stale blood. He wasn't sure why he had been having dreams like this, but they were becoming more and more frequent. If not for the voice, he would have succumbed to the darkness threatening to take hold of him. Immediately, his head would snap up, tired eyes finding their place upon his sister as she stood by the entrance. "Ashley? What is it?" He could tell just by looking at her, something was wrong. And so he would pull himself onto his haunches, exhausted he was, but he would push it away to focus on her.
