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the sky was blue, the clouds were white, and their blood was staining the grass crimson. the grass in question was soft, but sticky against their back. their eyes, once bright and full of humor, reflected the clear sky above, masking the dull vacancy that lurked in them. blood from their veins covered the hillside, but they were beyond noticing. the hillside in question was steep, and lead up to steeper ones that might be mountains. judging by the blood trail leading up to their crumpled form, they had tried to climb the hill, in a disoriented state, and collapsed from the effort and their wounds a little more than halfway up. a fly landed on their mangled right eye, buzzing annoyingly. a slow-moving stream of blood trickled down the side of their face, and dribbled into their half open maw. when the blood came into contact with the skin on the inside of their mouth, it activated usul's fangs, which shot out from their sheathes and sliced open their lips. the shock more than anything else gave the feline a burst of motivation, and they bolted upright, howling. the abrupt movement sent another burst of pain to their aching head, and usul saw stars for a moment. recovering, though, they tottered to their feet and set off on a stumbling hobble deeper into the mountains. perhaps not the best plan, considering whose mountains they were, but they weren't in their right mind, clearly.
usul had one thought on their barely functioning mind, and that was that they were in pain, and they wanted it to stop, and that the only was to do that was to find someone to stop the pain. they could tell a border was nearby, but not whose it was, or they might have turned around. it is possible, though, that they would have kept going, because people are people, even if they're exiles. they limped steadily along, though it was hard to see how they could even pick themselves up. old scars along their flank, put there in another life, had been retraced, not as deep, though they bled freely. the fur on their chest, once fluffy, was matted with blood, both dried and fresh. there were two horizontal slashes beneath their chin, not deep enough to cause permanent damage to the throat, but still painful. and the most glaring of all were the five lashes the extended from their right ear across the face, eclipsing the eye almost completely and narrowly missing their nose. the eye in question was practically glued shut with congealed fluids. the working eye roved to and fro almost obsessively, strange when paired with the listless expression it conveyed. usul was some distance into the mountains when the pain and hunger caught up to them, and they slipped trying to descend into a valley, rolling the rest of the way down the hill. heaving for breath, they stayed where they were, not daring to move, the fall had reopened wounds that had only just begun to close, and bruises the ribs beneath their skeletal frame.
[size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
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