you got a bad reputation ➺ waking, open

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MARGARET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The sounds of camp were things she could hear. It wasn't as simple as being passed out - no, she could hear everything and wanted to interact with everyone. It could be considered somewhat similar to sleep paralysis, only in that you're unable to move your body or open your eyes. She was terrified the whole time, her body locked in a coma. She knew time had passed, and pain wracked her body most days. She knew her mate was at her side as long as he could be. She knew her children were there too, she could catch their scents and hear their voices. The newest one was an unfamiliar scent of a female, a vixen's scent. She might have been in some state of sleep when the other woman had been introduced to her and vice versa but the smell of herbs on her pelt helped her to feel less anxious.

Now, however many days, weeks, months had passed, she was getting her ability to move back. It came first in her toes and made its way up her body with numb prickles. Moving her toes caused her stomach to roll, having been laying down this whole time. A pained groan would leave the parched throat, pain thoroughly lacing her scent, head pounding alongside her back. One of her wings was set, she didn't know whod done it but the lingering scent suggested her mate. Her head felt the worst, she could barely even open her eye, the aching on the other side of her head and the lack of response from those nerves told her of her loss. "Any ... Anybody here...?", she would croak, unable to tell her surroundings.

#psychosocial.