take you to the dark side ➺ injury & border skirmish

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MARGARET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

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echoing step of foot, booming clash of metal upon metal rang out across the forest deafened by nighttime, the rowdy screams and cheers of those who were caught in the clash ringing in her ears as her paws fought for purchase against slick rocks and moss, claws leaving gouges on the trees she rebounded from. sword gripped tightly in her jaws, eyes narrowed against the blinding light of the fire burning to embers in the winter snows, trying to find her opponents. shit, there were too many and there was too much noise for her to focus. closing her eyes in a desperate attempt, the seasoned swordswoman took a deep breath, pushing it deep into her lungs as she encouraged her blood to flow further, to reach the toes so cold they didn't want to work for her anymore. gathering her strength, she sensed movement on her right followed by her fore-left, a snarl ripping through her as she pushed her into a jump, letting the two attackers crash into each other without a moment to avoid each other. she might have cleared their bodies, but she wasn't so lucky to avoid the scimitar sliding through fur and flesh on her hind leg.

cursing as she snapped open a pair of wings, the valkyrie dove down with furious eyes. she wanted to end this skirmish, heavily outnumbered as she was, she couldn't let these bastards step into the territory any further. snarl ripping across her muzzle, she dove in an attack against the leader of the rogues, her jaws locking into his skull as she used her weight to throw them both, dispatching her enemy with a slight struggle with the nearest boulder. shit, she didn't want to kill him but it was quickly becoming a kill or be killed situation. blood dripping into her eyes from a shallow cut above her right eye, she snarled in pain, her limbs shaking with exhaustion. she'd been patrolling so often these days without allowing herself a break, the mercenary wanting to give her best to the group she stayed with. growling as her leg gave out, the direwolf was sent crashing to her chest as her wings folded, body begging for rest.

rolling as she caught the glimpse of a blade's light, she narrowly avoided a nasty head injury, willing her aching body to get back up, various nicks and cuts littering her body and sapping her strength as each motion caused the torn flesh to ache anew, her ichor staining the snow around the clearing as steam rose from her pelt, panting as she struggled to breathe in the cold environment. a strangled scream of agony ripped out of her as she was pinned, a wing caught awkwardly behind her back before she felt it snap, pushing at the rogue pinning her down with her fading strength. damnit, she could have taken them if she'd had enough rest. raising her voice in a last desperate howl, she screamed as fiery agony overtook her senses, jaws locking around her skull and cutting off her howl, blacking out as her eye was taken from her, the left orb leaving behind a dark cavity with a splitting migraine, the valkyrie collapsed and unconscious as the rogues fled the scene, knowing her call for help would bring someone else.

#psychosocial.