| [fancypost bgcolor=#8470FF; border: 0px solid white; width: 100px; height: 150px; color: white;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: auto; height: auto; margin-left: -20px; margin-top: 4px;] mysterysong [align=center][size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size] |
| [/fancypost][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=#C6E2FF; border: 0px solid white; width: 350px; height: 150px; margin-left: -5px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 330px; height: 130px; overflow: auto; color: #473C8B ; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: ; font-family: verdana; line-height: 150%; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 5px] Here we go again. Mysterysong had exhausted her wings after nearly a day of flying, and had limped into this forest. She didn't want to stop running until she was either safe or dead. Dead would be a whole lot easier. The winged cat slowed down when she saw a ramshackle house in a small clearing; delapidated and wooden with metal spikes sticking out. No, I should keep going, there are no cats h- Her back leg completely gave way, leaving her lying on her stomach, feeling blood seeping into the ground. >>trigger warning starts here I give in. Not worth it, is it? Just going to be tortured again. Mysterysong crawled towards one of the spikes. Goodbye, please don't make this harder than it is already. There was a sudden lunge, a snap, a thud on the ground. The feline lay there, one wing bent at an odd angle, ground around her right front paw deep crimson. Unconscious, but not dead. So, so close. //okay, that's a wrap, I would advise waiting for Xion, these two are in a plot. Injury list: head injury, scratches from barbed wire all over, dislocated left back leg and tail, broken wing, slit wrist(the only reason she's alive is a patch of grass stopping some of the blood), one broken rib. [/fancypost][/fancypost] |

