First spilt blood [Champion]

Consciousness was a luxury they all took for granted. One moment the mind was awake. Pulling in information as they eyes took everything in and stored in the depths of the subconscious. She tilted her head, as the rueful words seemed to bypass the female?s conscious mind. She wasn?t offended that her words had been unheard. Displeasure seemed to reverberate up the female?s throat as she stirred. She watched as she tested every inch of her body. The wincing was clear when something was uncomfortable. She couldn?t imagine the depths of pain she was feeling but she was slightly jealous. The last one to bleed her was the father of her children. Though she cared not if he found or again. If he did then so be it if not then it was not skin of her body.

Pain seemed to pulse in her own body as she watched. The shoulder seemed to be the most painful of places for the female. If the shoulder was dislocated she was certain they could put it back in place, if the female directed her, then they could be on their way to the dyeing quarry. She tilted her head to the right dramatically as the female fretted over her size. She was unsure as to what her being large had anything to do with the situation at hand but she merely shrugged in response. She was uncaring if others were larger or smaller then her. All she cared about was the skills they possessed. A well skilled warrior could take her down if they made the right move. It didn?t help that she enjoyed being dominated. Enjoyed the feeling of being vulnerable and open to someone.

Her ears twitched to the words about the broken leg. She pulled in the aroma of fresh blood on the wind and she smiled. Her tail flicked behind her, as she looked her over. ?Your body has not been opened for the earth to drink from. So I see no need to groom you. Do you require assistance of some kind?? she inquired. Her ears perked as she spoke of sharing the kill. As if she would allow her to consume the spoils alone. Her brows arched at the comment of her unborn young. Something in her grew possessive and her hair rose up as if electrocuted. A single growl rumbled in her throat, it was purely instinctual, as the moment passed her ears flattened against her head and she whimpered. What the fuck was that?! She shook her head as if it were the source of her random aggression. This female needed assistance and was of no threat to her children. Still, she felt possessive over them already. She feared she would be over bearing when they came into fruition.

?I have told no one of them.? She said simply, fear of what would happen if Zara were to find out. She would not give them up. She would be more the mother then Crane had been to her to them and she would ensure they loved each other. Cared for each other and didn?t turn their backs on each other over petty things. Fables mocking smiled flashed in her mind and her eyes burned with determination. No, none of them would be like her piece of shit sister. ?If..? Zara were to find out.. she didn?t finish the statement. She dismissed the thought and nodded. ?The flowers will speak of the trail to follow. The thorns drink the blood of the wandering souls.? She said with a smile, the thought of her prince of blood and snow came to mind. She had once told him the same thing when she found him locked in the thorns embrace.