ardent

Lilly of the valley



Lillianna

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
139
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
525
player
keanai

Famous
08-10-2015, 09:15 PM (This post was last modified: 09-03-2015, 07:26 PM by Lillianna.)



moontouched cliffs

Bored.

Bored bored bored bored bored.

Has anyone ever told you that being wounded was boring? Well, it was. And it was boredom that drove Lillie outside Abaven, nevermind the fact that going outside Abaven was NOT the brightest thing. After all, last time she went outside Abaven she had been attacked. Unprovoked, at that. Well. Not completely unprovoked. It was her fault, too, but that was besides the point. She still shouldn't have been attacked, even if she was being sarcastic as hell.

She certainly shouldn't have had her jaw fractured, her shoulder popped out of place, her right eye at least half-blinded and gouges down the side of her face. That was just a little drastic. Oh, and it also wasn't fun to try navigating with only one eye. And half your face plastered with goop that was flaking off because it wasn't goop anymore because it dried and she kept half-heartedly pawing at it. This, of course, caused the wounds to break open a little, so in addition to dried goop on her face, she also had some sticky blood. Only a little, but... still enough. It wasn't comfortable to have spider webs - thankfully sans spiders - and chewed herbs on your face

Lillie froze as another's scent crossed her nose - had she been caught already? She wasn't far from the border! It took a second, but then her brain realized the scent wasn't Abaven - it was Threar, the pack bordering Abaven's. Curiosity lit her uncovered eye, and she swung around towards the scent, hurrying towards it with as much grace and ability to walk as she could. She was still unused to the stick and rocks that somehow appeared out of no where to try to dump her on her face.

Not even realizing what a bloodied stranger smelling of the neighboring pack would appear like, she cheerfully greeted Herne with rapid tail wagging and a yip - a yip quickly followed by a grimace, because damn speaking hurt. The pain didn't stop Lillie's tail from beating the air. It'd take a lot to get a girl who has been in pain for several days now and bored out of her mind to become sad and distracted from her own distraction.

"Speech"

Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.