[littl3chocobo]

the night was a restless one, every time he fell asleep it was foxes and wolves and dragons. they fought and ran and leaped and played across swirling landscapes of black. each dream started different but all ended the same, the wolf would always eat the fox, every time, he woke up each time it occured only to go back to sleep and have it repeat. by morning he felt like death had bested him in a drinking contest