End of Your Days

Her sleep offered her no dreams, just the silent comfort of darkness and endless blackness. She did not stir when her brother nuzzled at her side or lapped at her tattooed shoulder. His soft, pleading voice didn't even reach her in her sleep. Promises of safety and pleads of forgiveness did not even cause her ears to quiver. Even when two of the healers in the pack did not cause the female to rise, did not feel the herbs being dumped down her throat. The herbs that she was force fed however, did nothing to keep her under while the female cut into her wounds. With the deep thread of pain as the claw sliced into her infected flesh, her eyes snapped open. Anger was the first emotion to arise as always, and her jaws opened and clenched around the closest thing to her. Voltage. She didn't even see who she was attacking, the pain medication and haze of being awoken had left her eyes hazy. A cloud covered her ember eyes as she bit down on her dearest brother, growling as she shook herself and tried to stand up. But her limbs failed her, pressure keeping her down against the ground. A feral snarl left her maw, it was obvious that her mind was bogged down from the sedative but her body was reacting. Pain was a strong indicator, and could not keep the strong girl down. Well, at least her body. With her mind locked away she trashed with all her might, not even caring who was around her. She didn't see them. Everything was a shroud of pain and sorrow. She did not feel anything else. But there was something hurting her, and she needed to get away -- now. Letting go of Voltage her head thrashed to and fro, ears pressed flat against her skull as the rocks below her cut into her cheek. Desperately she tried to get away from those who were helping her, pure instinct telling her to get away from those who sought to harm her. There were no thoughts of herbs and healing, just to run. Run. Run! The fear stench rolled off of her in waves, her thrashing growing even stronger as she kicked out with her limbs. She did not feel her wounds being torn open again, saliva flying from her mouth as she practically foamed at those around her. Serefina was gone, locked away by the trauma and the medication. All that was left was the wolf, and she needed to get away.