The forest at night echoes with dreams of all creatures flowing through the roots of the tall trees. Your lover and you decided to top by dusk at the runes of a statue that looks like the hand of a species you have never seen before covered in moss and vines. The hand’s claws are clipped at the tips of their digits and no fur adorns it, only flesh. it sits grasping at something long since reclaimed by the woods.
@Oneironott Runes or ruins? Tho the former makes this story more interesting, not less :V
@Ulfra_Wolfe err yes. Ruins >.>
@Ulfra_Wolfe i am tired and drifting
@Oneironott You're just fine, dear. It was beautifully written and I was happy to read it. Care about you and wish you sweet dreams.
@Oneironott I was teasing only, not meaning to be a mean critic <3