That's Gonna Leave a Mark

Pain and darkness was all that Dusk knew until a gentle voice called out to her. A light in the dark that pulled her back to consciousness. Fiery eyes fluttered open, falling upon a dark face and, for a moment Dusk thought that more of the bastards had come for her. The young woman growled out a, "No..." and began to struggle before realizing that she had been called by name. How would her attackers know her name?

Dusks chest rose and fell in both panic and pain and she forced her eyes open wide, using the muted light within the tree to see the form before her. "Sitri?" Dusks brow furrowed and she struggled to her paws. The world swam from blood loss and the onset of fever but she kept her footing.

"Are they dead? All of them?" Her thoughts were scattered but she didn't want to put the red man in danger because she had been remiss in her warriors duties. "We need to go." Dusk took a step forward and crumpled to the ground, her front left foreleg giving out on her. Laying on her side, the obsidian fae breathed harshly. "I'm not your problem, Sitri. Call for my father, Aegis of The Hallows." Despite her frazzled state, guilt was already biting at her. She wasn't his problem and shouldn't have to deal with the mess and she was definitely that.

"Dusk Carpathius"