Rivin knew she probably should have looked for a more experienced healer but she had been stubbornly monitoring herself. Her lungs still ached, especially if she ran long distances or fought something with all she had. Her heart, too, sometimes felt like it was beating differently. Rivin cursed her luck. It was wrong, it was all wrong… not only would she be seen as unreliable to the Raiders after her disappearance and her act at the pack, but now she had to worry about not dying after managing a fight? Not to mention there were still times Caedes came out, and returning after she was out always left her gasping for air and feeling like her body was struggling to exist. Something needed to change… But could she change her own nature? Ears pinned to her skull. She wished she knew.
She had come into a strange land, the eerie sky above her almost seeming beautiful. Rivin had liked red since she was little, but considering how much she had looked up to her sire that wasn’t surprising. Then things got complicated. Strained. Life tossed her around and spat her out. She sighed. And… maybe she was a coward for not going to the Raiders. She had to face them at some point. And Jack… what the fuck was she going to tell Jack? Furrowing her brow Rivin lifted her gaze to one of the towering spires. It almost reminded her of a spike… a bleached, weather worn spike…
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
