12-03-2018, 12:51 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]YOU PUT UP YOUR DEFENSES WHEN YOU LEAVE, YOU LEAVE BECAUSE YOU'RE CERTAIN — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
The ground shifts and reels. A buzzing closes in in the back of her mind, ears ringing with the ache that runs through her body, though it's mostly from exhaustion. Her paws are stinging, pads blistered and bleeding and she needs to rest. But she was never one to listen to her own advice--much less that of others--and instead trudges on, heavy breaths entering her nose and then leaving her lungs. The scent is heavy now and she can't stop just yet.
Finally. Finally, she stops, steps paused at the border. Her fur is stained, a large gash in her side leaking blood of iron, glowing a bright yellow hue and sticking to her pelt. It stings, the pain seeming to wash over her body. But she barely moves a muscle, face poised. She has been through worse.
Talons, sharp and impatient, tap against the ground in wait. Her eyes, pupil-less yet sharp, study her surroundings warily, tensed as if she was waiting for an attack or ambush that would, hopefully, never come. She wasn't sure who she would meet here, nor was she too eager, but nevertheless she was standing there now and it would be of no use to turn back. She would only be met with hostility, fists and rocks.
So she waits and listens, ears perked forward. Her wings fold at her sides, dripping with the same consistency as the halo that somehow hung above her head. No, she was not looking forward to this, but there was little else for her to do.
Finally. Finally, she stops, steps paused at the border. Her fur is stained, a large gash in her side leaking blood of iron, glowing a bright yellow hue and sticking to her pelt. It stings, the pain seeming to wash over her body. But she barely moves a muscle, face poised. She has been through worse.
Talons, sharp and impatient, tap against the ground in wait. Her eyes, pupil-less yet sharp, study her surroundings warily, tensed as if she was waiting for an attack or ambush that would, hopefully, never come. She wasn't sure who she would meet here, nor was she too eager, but nevertheless she was standing there now and it would be of no use to turn back. She would only be met with hostility, fists and rocks.
So she waits and listens, ears perked forward. Her wings fold at her sides, dripping with the same consistency as the halo that somehow hung above her head. No, she was not looking forward to this, but there was little else for her to do.