Set fire to the third bar [Merc]

Run, breath, run. Blood pounded loud in her ears and somewhere in the back of the girl’s mind she knew she was like to bleed out if this kept up. Still paws pounded against the ground and she pushed herself onwards. The hot sticky liquid running down her face could only be blood but Canta forced herself not to think of it. Still her mind suddenly flashed with images of fangs right in front of her eye and gaping down at the small round object that had once been hers. It looked so fragile, the faint glint of it’s surface almost too blinding. The tether still attached to the back of it made her want to throw up.

Canta’s stomach flipped and the girl stopped her mad dash to heave uselessly for a few moments. No doubt her stomach was empty now, it’s contents now spilled upon the battle field. Then catching her breath she pushed herself onwards. She had to get away, needed to flee from the monster of a woman, needed to tell them what had happened.

The world blurred on by, a buzzing sound growing louder though if it was in her ears or her head she couldn’t tell. Nearly there, nearly- Then it happened. The world suddenly slipped out of focus and she stopped. A dizzy feeling had her in its grip and she mentally screamed at herself. No! The world was slipping fast, legs shaking and she let loose a weak call for the first wolf that crossed her mind. Canta was vaguely aware of her body hitting the ground, then nothingness. 

 
 


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