TAKE ME TO A BETTER PLACE

She felt like she was floating, stuck in a place between living and dying. It was dark, she couldn't see a thing, it was silent, all she could heart was the gentle thumping of her heart. Slowly, the russet woman would regain consciousness. Eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry and unfocused. And then the pain. Her body immediately stiffness as pain stabbed at her skull, radiating through her entire body. A low whine vibrated in her throat, her verdant eyes trying to focus on a form that stood beside her.

A cool nose pressed into her neck, nostrils quivered trying to determine who it was. A familiar accent filled her ears, relief spreading through her. She tried to lift her crown, but her entire body felt so heavy, her gaze would search for his, she yearned for his touch, his comfort. Her words were hoarse, a mere whisper.


Her russet body was covered in various cuts and bruises, her pelt dusty and littered with dirt and other debris. Blood began to dry on her skull, her torn ear still bleeding. The woman would attempt to rise, trying to pull her limbs under her to lift her bodice. Her gaze would finally focus as she looked up. A frown pulled at her face as she realized she was in a hole. Her gaze would return to Aerons, hoping he would explain.