what have i lost | 100 posts + injured | that's so defeating

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]The wolf disappeared, out of sight. Gritting her teeth, Ophelia pushed down the pit of anxiety in her gut; she'd probably gone home, seeing that Ophelia wouldn't take this laying down. At least, she hoped that was it.

Nevertheless, the rush of energy she had felt before was dying down, and she let the hiss of breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding pass through her teeth. Fuck. She wasn't one to swear, normally, but she couldn't help the steam of curses running rampant through her thoughts now that she could relax a little, the pain increasing as she did. This was... This wasn't good. She wasn't supposed to get hurt like this. She was supposed to protect the others. This wasn't an option, she wasn't allowed-

The pain doubled when she tried to lift her wing, and she let out a strangled sound as she stumbled. This wasn't a great situation to be in, and she definitely didn't look good with the amount of blood that was now pooling around her wing, around her as she stood there, breathing heavily and trying to collect herself. The problem was, it was getting very hard to think.

Despite this, she turned and forced herself to move forward, trying to make it closer to town as the pain kept increasing and increasing with the feeling of her broken wing dragging on the ground.

"H-Hello? Is there..." She sucked in another breath, then, fighting hard not to let herself break at the seams. She didn't like admitting that she needed help, she didn't like being like this, but... "I'm not..." Fuck. Fuck.