02-16-2021, 08:01 PM
Perhaps it was just too early, maybe she was trying to hard to get back on her paws. Tanglewood didn't need her too urgently and she was more inclined to believe they didn't need her at all. They were strong enough without her to withstand the storm that hostilities could bring after the encounter with the Pitt. A part of her wished that she had never gone there. Maybe she should have spoken up against any sort of ambassador for them after knowing the tale that the Ardejt had given. Yet she hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected him to be okay with her constantly being insulted and then when she was attacked everything had come untangled. But she couldn't take it back now. And after what she had heard was happening from the confines of Moth's home she wished she was better. Wished she wasn't constantly fighting nausea and having to put up with the pain in her leg. She needed to get up.
The Shadow Regent had crept out of the house late at night. Careful to not make much noise. She struggled, head swimming as she swayed. But she forced herself to keep going till she had found herself behind Moth's home. Limping had been the best option but now she was going to out weight on her leg. The moment she did try it collapsed and she buckled. Forcing herself to firmly hold her weight forward. She growled to herself, pain lancing up the limb and she forced herself to wait it out, breathing in deeply. Once again she tried but the result was the same. Too much pain, weakness of the limb. But she felt she couldn't give up. She had to press on. Rather she was needed or not she could just lay around and wait. Time and time again she failed and she held back her cry, her anguish. Tears spilled and she bit down on her own bottom lip to contain what she felt. Elsweyr, tribal warrior, she had never felt so weak. A burden. Her claws broke the earth and she forced herself to stand once more. "She is stronger than this. Just keep going..." She didn't want to be scared that this was permanent. She wanted to beat it.
The Shadow Regent had crept out of the house late at night. Careful to not make much noise. She struggled, head swimming as she swayed. But she forced herself to keep going till she had found herself behind Moth's home. Limping had been the best option but now she was going to out weight on her leg. The moment she did try it collapsed and she buckled. Forcing herself to firmly hold her weight forward. She growled to herself, pain lancing up the limb and she forced herself to wait it out, breathing in deeply. Once again she tried but the result was the same. Too much pain, weakness of the limb. But she felt she couldn't give up. She had to press on. Rather she was needed or not she could just lay around and wait. Time and time again she failed and she held back her cry, her anguish. Tears spilled and she bit down on her own bottom lip to contain what she felt. Elsweyr, tribal warrior, she had never felt so weak. A burden. Her claws broke the earth and she forced herself to stand once more. "She is stronger than this. Just keep going..." She didn't want to be scared that this was permanent. She wanted to beat it.