If These Scars Could Speak

Pain surged through her right back leg. She was definitely stupid for being near the volcano at the time, however, her reward was her life. In the process of getting out of her situation, her leg decided to be too close to some boiling lava that flowed from the surface. As if her beauty had to be damaged even more by hellfire. A grumble vibrated her throat as she ventured onward, limping from the pain. The wound was charred and she was definitely sure that she would never be able to recover from that injury...unless the leg was removed; but she hadn't known a healer who could assist her with such a damaged limb.

The bay, albeit beautiful, didn't really assist her with anything. Plus, Locust was sure that the salt water would only add to her immense pain that surrounded her leg every step she managed to take. The dark-colored fae sighed and walked over to a secluded area in the sands to give her leg a rest. She'd been walking for a long time, so this would hopefully get some of her energy up once she was ready to venture onward once again. Her blue gaze watched the waters, noticing some fins that poked out from the crystal clear water. Sharks she had to guess, but the pain made it all the more stressful for her, so thinking was definitely out of the question as she kept to herself for the time being.