She was home at last. Did she deserve to be? Her bright crystal gaze would land upon the familiar border, trembling from her sustained injuries. Lips pressing together in contemplation, the partially blind lioness would struggle to haul herself closer to the marsh. Pain rippled through her limbs with each movement, her ears pinned back from the constant wincing. Hopefully Ody was gone, his tendency for mocking words wasn't something she could presently handle. She was thin and battered, bruises and cuts covering her once glistening white pelt from head to tail. Crumpling down to the swamp waters, she'd lap up a tongue of the liquid out of pure desperation for a drink. She wasn't sure how she managed to escape the Exiles or how she managed to long journey home but.. here she was. Would they even be excited to see her? Had that murderous leopard already spread his lies about her? She just wanted to prove him wrong ... obviously that backfired. She'd part her maw to speak but no words emerged, instead she'd just let her head drop down to the cooling mud. Maybe she should just lay here for a little while ...
violence causes silence | tags
Renaissance : speaking // thinking
— former bonesaw of boneclan
— mutated white lioness + partially blind
— daughter to example and amnesia
— undecided powers
She's just a lie, a molotov lullaby