First spilt blood [Champion]
03-28-2013, 09:36 PM
~*~ In and out. In and out. It hurt like heck but so long as she was breathing she was still alive. Funny enough, fear didn't really enter into the equasion. She'd seen death's eyes plenty of times, but they never bothered her. One day she'd be his. Eventually everyone would be his. No point in getting your hackles in a huff because of it. However, death, appearently, wasn't the only thing keeping her company today. The newcomers curses slurred their way into Champion's ears. What was this stranger going on about? "Urgh." Whatever it was, it was gonna have to wait until Champion could see properly. Stiffly, but suprisingly quickly, she rolled over onto her belly. Ignoring the sharp stabs of pain that accompanied each inhale, Champion focused on the world before her. It went from black to grey to fuzzy. Well no - one part staid grey. Everything else colored and crystalized back to normal - but a massive mound of grey fur remained in place - towering over her. It was a wolf - but more than that Champion couldn't be bothered with. It was talking again - threatening to eat her for scaring away the prey. Couldn't be helped at the moment. If the wolf wanted to attack her - fine - but until then she needed to observe losses. With a medic's precision she checked herself over. Eyes. Ears. Tail - Ow - slight sprain there. Right hind. Left hind. Right fore. Left fo- YOW! - Nope something wasn't right there. Paw was fine. Leg was fine. It was her shoulder. Dislocated? Under the stranger's violet gaze, Champion gathered her three good paws and slowly rose up out of the loam. She'd just had an elk play pattycake with her carcass, but somehow she was able to stand. She sniffed, her nose twitching sideways as she collected her thoughts. Her burgondy gaze returned to normal -and then frowned slightly as she observed this she-wolf before her. "My gods... you're taller than me." Champion blinked in disbelief. "No one's ever been taller than me." She shook her head. What had this wolf been saying? "Oh! Right! Um - the elk - well it's not as though it's vanished. I felt plenty of marrow snapping between my teeth - it's got a broken leg. Can't get far." Champion paused for a minute, twisting up her face to suck in a low, strong breath. Oh it hurt, but she was proving to herself that her lungs hadn't been punctured. If they had been - well she might as well have asked this new wolf if she would please eat her. It'd save her two or three days of drowning in her own blood. As it was though. She was fine. Banged and bruised and splintered, but, by her standards, peachy. She?d been playing the risks of a loner?s game for quite some time; waltzing along the verge of dying a slow and lonely death was no new novelty. ?Tell you what,? said the young fae in a casual tone, ?There?s far too much meat on that thing for me to eat ? Help me track it down and you?re welcome to eat as much as you ? and your unborn could wish.? Champion?s gaze glanced back towards the fae?s belly at her last remark. Oh there wasn?t much to go by ? the change in the female?s physic was slight at best. But half of Champion?s early days had been spent under the tutelage of a midwife. As all she-wolves in her old pack were expected to be healers and, well, pup factories, Champion knew her way about the canine body ? and around an herb patch for that matter. But, eh, she?d always been better at pulling things apart than putting them back together. A fact not hard to imagine after seeing a glimpse of her in action. ~*~ ~I?m now becoming my own S.e.l.f.-.f.u.l.f.i.l.l.e.d. Prophecy ~ |