Toughen Up (Timber~P)

[Rueff]

" HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK "

I haven't the slightest idea!

Rueff groaned. He had suffered from this headache for days. It was slowly killing him. He flattened his one ear to his scalp, and tried to focus on putting one foot in front of another. But it was hard to focus, he felt like his mind was floating away. It was midday, the sun glaring at him, slices of harsh sunlight shining through the branches above head. He lost his focus. What's up with Yechta? How is Amaryllis coping? Where is Matana? Is she fine?

And then he stumbled. A very strong word flashed in his mind before his head hit the auburn leaves and everything went dark

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Rueff groaned. His headache had disappeared. He looked up to see red light slowly tinging the night sky? Huh? It was... Dawn. He cussed. He'd been pushing himself lately. Stay awake, stay moving. He had a habit of running from himself. But those sleepless nights had caught up to him. He cursed. His motto basically was "you can relax when you're dead." He stood, shaking soggy leaves from his pelt. The leaves were splayed everywhere at his feet. Probably another nightmare, but he couldn't remember.

He stretched, his joints clicking. He needed something to do. His hair was flattened on one side where he slept. He started a somber pace until the ground beneath him turned to petals.

He sniffed the wind. Someone was here. Someone to occupy his time

TAG: Timber
WORDS: 261
NOTES: Soz, I just really needed the RP