- we are all decieving, lost, and bleeding.
Eyes rolled in the back of her head filled with temporary darkness. Was she breathing? Could she breath? Muffled inhales of air answered her. It had to be her lungs, fighting to keep alive. The copper colored lady tried to move, tried to see. Her controls were disabled. All she felt was pain, and all she could remember was darting down the mountain ledges, after Alexander, after the wild cat. She was much to late to save the noble leader, not catching up to where he went. But the cat, yes the mountain lioness had found her, trying to get up to the plateau again. It was a blur, when darkness entered and she wasn't sure if she'd jumped on the cat, or the cat jumped her or what.
The cold ground beneath her, she tried to force her eyelids open. Right then she could not. She stayed there like a trampled corspe trying to force her body to work. This was not a welcome sojourn. She needed to get up, needed to go up that mountain. Had Angier and Vlar saved the puppies? Where was the cougar now? Lurking nearby to finish the temporary paralyzed wolf? Or was she feeding off her leader's body?
A shiver coarsed through her body, most unpleasantly. She refused to picture the gruesome scene. Alexander could not be dead. He could not be gone she told herself; her soul, her body going numb to push facts away. For all she knew she could be dead tomorrow. Front toes flinched, she did not want to greet death - not today, not yet. It was still night, and she prayed by morning she would be able to move. If not, maybe then she would hope something came to take her life. Now she was frozen, blood mask, and jagged scars across her shoulders, and hips looking like much more dead than she knew.