Even in these chains, you won't stop me

She wanted to scream, kick, cry, roar, and in general pitch a fit. The being inside had not been able to fix her leg, which meant she would have to suffer through the worst pain she had ever experienced in her life. Well, maybe not the worst, but the ivory beast had never broken a bone before. Let alone her forelimb! Fuck! How was she going to teach Kichi how to hunt now? How was she going to train for when her family and pack came over? How was she supposed to even get home? Her brows furrowed as she looked over her shoulder, toward the now blackened cavern behind her, the thought had been to ask the robed figure why he couldn't heal her. He had been bold enough to threaten her but not powerful enough to heal? What kind of bullshit was that? Now, she looked down at the ugly mess that was her right forelimb, trying to study it in the dark and make sure she had set the bone correctly. The limb was straight now, but she could still see the faint outline of bone against the deep, dark red of her bleeding flesh. The blood flow had slowed, thankfully, so she didn't have to worry about that so much. The swelling was causing her limb to throb and burn, with each beat of her heart, the pain seemed to lance through to her spine. It made her dizzy, and angry.

Lurid sat for a moment, trying to keep her limb lifted but only making her shoulder ache and the leg feel worse. Gingerly she set it down, a soft and sad whimper leaving her. Closing her bright eyes, Lurid gave into softly sobbing against the pain. Her frustration had mounted and she couldn't hold back the tide any longer. "You fucking bug bastard! You could have fixed this!" She shouted in those duo-toned vocals, the sound echoing sharply off the cavern walls and down the various tunnels. Where the hell was she? How was she going to get home? Lurid made a silent vow to herself she would never, ever go into a mystical cavern ever again. What if she had died in there!? The thought of leaving Kichi without her made her sick and coupled with only having just reunited with Alastor and getting her focus on her pack back, well...

Lurid hopped away from her sitting spot as her stomach heaved, making her gag as bile rose into her mouth. Tucking her tail tightly against her abdomen and arching her back, Lurid did something so weak she was glad she was alone. Vomiting into the darkness, the demonic woman began to shake violently as shock took hold of her. A cold touch like death's came over her spine and head, making her teeth chatter together as she tried to calm herself. She had never been injured like this before, sure cuts and bite wounds, but never a broken limb. Finally, she could hold it back no longer. The sound started off quietly, deep in her chest, rumbling up her throat until she was forced to part her jaws and let it out. Rumbling, horrific, and frightening in its own right, the mad woman allowed herself to slip into her curse. She laughed in disturbed fashion, losing her mind to the pain as she sat hunched in the corner and cradling her foreleg. Between these dark peels of crazed laughter were pained cries and enraged shrieks, the sounds of something wicked suffering. The sounds of a beast unhinged by pain. Unrecognizable, even to those who knew her most intimately - even herself - Lurid sat in the dark enveloped by madness brought on by extreme pain.