broken dreams - injury

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DELDRACH AKAODON

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They came as growls, her breathing. Rough, broken up, angry at herself for losing it. Her mark. The mark. Even though it didn't apply here, it didn't matter. It was a way of finding family, be they still alive or not. If they had even traveled here, to this island. She hardly heard Roxanne's question as it was posed. Deldrach slowly shifted her gaze towards her, and a grimace touched her muzzle. She lifted one shoulder, with another grimace. Those burns lining her paws and chest were giving her problems now.

"I don't know. I couldn't see." She uttered. There was some kind of weak pain in those words. She felt awful, now, realizing that she hadn't done any good. And it made her angry, her fur standing on end and that silver eye that remained narrowing. But as Roan worked, she shifted her gaze towards him. Another pathetic phrase, at least for someone who stood so tall. "Sorry." She grimaced as the poultice went down, her claws sinking into the sand.

Maybe, perhaps, she'd be the one to finally wring his head clean off. Or would he just come back? She didn't know. She hoped it would be like Stryker, a final note on the page. She didn't notice the two approaching the scene, too focused on her wounds.