"There are five families. One was thought to be gone- I don't believe it is, I don't know why though. They are thought to be extinct. They're one of the vicious, most harsh families. Only think of killing. They went out on an outing to kill and were caught and slaughtered for what they did." I look at the ground, my hands in fists. "Here..." I say, grabbing an article from my pocket from an old newspaper. "14 years ago, this was printed. The town apparently was happy that family was gone and thought they were saved from some kind of curse that apparently drove others insane. I like to laugh as it's not true.. I hope. Probably not, the family did like insane people. They were also really obsessed with maggots." I explain as fast as possible.
"Ah, don't worry... Thanks for the info... I think it just might be my turn to fall asleep, so, g'night..."
I yawned, and stared at the fire.
"I think we all need a little rest, anyways..."
(Sorry for leaving you, BlueSkittleWolf, it's just falling asleep at one and waking up at six do not go well together. G'night, beary, good night, BSW...)
I watched the hut burn more as I woke up. My antlers still deformed, I reached into my bag and took out that plaque. I stared at the plaque. It seemed a bit strange, but I couldn't figure out why. I walked back to my home, and began to melt the plaque down so I could reform my horns.
I keep awake, keeping myself away with threats of the hut's fire spreading and devouring the land around it. They're both asleep, why? That's something I don't know. Is it even safe to be awake near an untamed fire?