This Is The End

Pain shot through the fae's body like lightning. Blood still seeped from a bite wound in her hind leg, a gift given to her by her keeper for defying him. How she'd managed to escape, Valtiel still didn't know, but here she was and here he wasn't. With a wince and a hiss, the young wolf seated herself upon a sandy patch of the cove. Curling her neck, the girl's tongue ran over the wound. She'd lost a lot of blood. A lot of blood. The path that she'd taken to get this far was evident and she could see the dark patches and droplets in a trail on the ground. If he wanted to find her, she was making it very easy.

Needing to keep as much distance between herself and her keeper as possible, the gold marked girl rose and began limping off once more. As she moved she caught scent of border markings. It seemed that this land butted up against that of a pack. Good or evil, she didn't know. At the moment, she didn't care. The bloody fae's vision began to get spotty and she staggered a bit as she moved towards the border. How much blood had she lost?

Val raised her muzzle to howl for help, but her throat squeezed off the sound. Breathing heavily, the gilded lass tripped and fell hard upon the ground, a grunt pulling from her. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was seeing a form approach her. Whether it was her keeper or someone else, she didn't know. She supposed she'd find out when she woke up. If she woke up.

"Valtiel"