Never as simple as it seems, they found me following them by my panting breaths and noisy footsteps—maybe a good thing, since even with speed runes, I was dehydrating
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meet
I built a house of burnt logs in the remnants of the town and every night I went to the lake to try to make up runes for chasing and hurting,
with the water/moon
In the rains, what do dracans do? They open their mouths and drink
outlast what lasts forever
With lightning from their tails, they set the plant food haze aflame, behind lightning from spiked tails
brought up for war
Runabon grew too, and like her father she found herself a boy and was fine with it and the two of us drifted
boy
In the aftermath of fighting for my life at least twice my soul lay like an ash field of nightmares and memories of how I survived, but there
village of dracans
The dracans lived without roofs, not even invisible magic ones. Their homes looked like log cabins if the logs were woven like yarn
in the garden crave
The creature carved fish skins off by sticking a foot inside its wide open beak. Therefore it couldn’t see me that well so I dug a shallow pit in the dirt with my paddle feet and drew oversized runes to start a fire
i miss (this)
Scuttle hug meet the rug hey how you doin’ down there? I miss the act of starting over like I had nothing to lose, no memories, no reputable ruse; instead I start over with all this baggage cuz I gotta know who i am after the rules and stories i used to be– i missContinue reading “i miss (this)”
I’m afraid
Yes, the lake had fish. No, I couldn’t catch any. So after a dozen failed attempts at nabbing slick blue fins I just waited out the fire that burned the whole
Jordyn Saelor 