Pain unlike anything she had felt spread through her veins and kept her from moving. Each breath was like inhaling fire. She wheezed, desperate for air, to take a breath that didn't hurt. Blood spilled freely from her chest, the gash deep enough to cut through muscle. Her vision blurred, fading in and out of focus, before darkness would consume her. It was like she was drowning, struggling to keep her head above the darkness. Seconds would pass before eyes fluttered open once more. It was in vain that she would try to move, to ensure that her body was still working like it should.
Kylar. What had just happened would finally become clear. He had pushed her off the edge, sent her tumbling to what should have been her ear. She would whine. He had just tried to kill her. Legs would flail, desperate to find purchase to bring her to her feet. Sure things had been bad, but bad enough that he had shoved her over a cliff? Pain exploded, her movements sloppy and uncoordinated. Blood loss made the world spin, eyes unable to focus on anything. She felt like she was going to be sick. Her body would go rigid with pain her left foreleg held any of her weight. Her bodice would tremble and sway before collapsing once more. Frustration began to build. Damn him. Looking around wildly, disoriented gaze would find him moving towards her. Lips peeled back, warning him off as she scrambled to move away from him. He had shoved her off a cliff, moving forward even as she reached out for him. But she would not die that easily.
A secondary pain would tug at her, demanding her attention, even if she was reluctant to do so. They had their ups and downs, their fights, their good days, and everything in between. But never had she imagined killing him, seriously killing him. Yet just moments ago, he had tried to end it all. Her vision would blur with unshed tears, still unable to clearly focus on him. Her only goal was to get away from him, to prevent from finishing what he had started. Blood coated her forelegs when she was finally wobbling around one three legs, head tucked low in a defensive manner. She moved like a caged animal, her only goal was to survive.
