Brace yourselves

*Zeitgeist* · (This post was last modified: 07-21-2019, 11:30 PM by Zeitgeist.)

The flurry of activity had drained Zee nearly as much as the attack itself. Every time her eyes tried to slide shut, they'd force themselves awake once more to stare into the bloodied discarded rabbit pelt Sirius had used upon her neck. Her breathing was more even now, coming out with an occasional pained gasp as the motion pulled at the punctures upon her neck. Luce had responded so quickly and worked so hard to repair the damage, feeding her herbs and treating her as if she deserved life. She would have still felt touched by the kindness shown had she not still felt so off from the wolfsbane. It was a brilliant sedative, though it made her head swim with fog.

Sirius wasn't there, and Zee wasn't sure if the thought was comforting or terrifying. She missed his warm embrace and the way he held her so very tight when he thought he might have killed her, though she could not forget the tight hold upon her neck and the soul-crushing fear that took hold of her while she lay struggling in his jaws. Her eyes shut once more at the memory, before the fear forced them open again to continue looking upon the pelt.

She couldn't stay here. Carefully the she-wolf pulled herself to four paws, rocking slightly under the influence of the herbs. Her vision blurred, though she focused hard enough upon the den's exit that she made it there without incident. However easy it was to walk across the stone floor, Zee had forgotten the way Sirius had raised his home upwards off the ground. She lifted a paw to tread past the pelt doorway and felt a fur-raising moment of panic as there was suddenly no ground beneath her step where she had expected it to be.

Zee's front end went first and her rear tumbled along after her, rolling out the den and thumping onto the grass chest-first. Her eyes squeezed shut in quiet defeat, too frustrated and drained to possibly stand once more. There upon the ground she settled in the awkward pose, head upon the ground and resigning to stay here forever if it meant she didn't need to move anymore. At least she was out of the den.

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Brace yourselves

Zee

Zeitgeist