Blood trailed, leading through the mountains. The vivid paintings of a person wounded were strewn across the ashen boulders. Light danced through the cracks of cloud and mountain peaks. Chirps would bounce back and forth between the avian observers, squawking and gawking at the path of crimson. It hadn't fully smeared or settled in the rocks, warmth even exuded from it, the blood fresh, as if it had just splattered against the surface.
More blood would splatter as the battered figure of Merrze would limp forward. The blood fell from her head, hitting a large rock in which she would rest on. Between steps, the dust-covered and blood-painted woman would take in the grey wool skies, looking up the sky. The shard lodged in her skull was a mirror of the morning sun trembling in a fountain of wine.
The bleeding had substantially slowed since she had first brought her skull down onto the solid magic of Solomon. Her rags and hair were still dyed, it was hard to determine what was red roots of hair or her dried life force.
How long has it been since she bathed, bloody rat tails now hung from her head, the gorgeous which crowned her head before matted, mud and sweat decorated across her hairline. The dust mixed with sweat as it came from her pores.
The fanalis would try to move, hoping to get off the rock, between steps however she would stumble and thump against rocks. Her strength was gone, each step struck, hammering into the earth. The power was in her body but there was no control or energy to move it properly.
It made sense, Merrze had eaten in weeks it felt like now. Life was hard to find amongst the rocks, she doomed herself to death. Her grave in the sky would hide her body, her life would end unaccomplished.
These thoughts festered, it was hard to stay positive at this point. It was also kinda difficult to stay awake or stay standing as her head smacked into the rocks as she passed out.
The evening would say hello as the sun now brightly smiled, it was time to rise and shine for this Lion. Painfully her eyes reveal themselves to the world once again. How long was she out? That thought would soon be replaced with the sound of the birds again, this time however Merrze could think, and move again. The bleeding settled fully now that she stopped moving around so much.
It was unsettling to be still, nonetheless, she propped herself on the slab-like rock which she passed out on. The scarlet orbs which rested in her head would scan the area, trying to get a bearing, or somewhat of an understanding of what the area was like. It was a mountain pass, seemingly 20m wide. She rested somewhere in the middle it seemed, the mountain range to her back towered high reaching for space, the one in front would glow with the suns rays.
As she would scan her eyes would fall upon one of the singing birds nearby, it was nesting. It was only 10m it seemed like.
With a patient eye, she watched the bird. Her hand would be moved, sliding across the earth, feeling the smooth rock until stumbling upon a small, sturdy pebble. She lifted her right arm up with the help of her left, with all her energy the rock would fly from between her thumb and index finger.
With a crack from a stony bullet, the bird fell limp. Solemnly, and slowly the fanalis would inch towards it's newly acquired meal. It took a moment to reach the creature as she couldn't move her legs currently. Upon reaching the bird she used her nails, her teeth to rip out the majority of its feathers. It wasn't the first time she bit down on a bird whole. She didn't eat it however, there were enough dead branches around, and she could use sparks from stone and her bracelet. Soon with the crack of a fire, the bird would roast.
It took some time to get her makeshift fire and cooking setup made. The fire was needed by the time she had finished. The Cold crept in, like a stranger, it unsettled her. The fire provided some safety, the roasted sparrow provided true comfort.
A Lioness ate, enjoying the first food in forever to her mind. It felt primal to be broken down in such a way from her own training. It lingered in the subconscious but for a moment it felt like it was melting upon the gamey, and chewy taste of the small morsel she made.
She coughed between bites, the taste of blood still lingered, she didn't think it was a very good sauce for the bird. The meal would be finished, only bones and feathers remained scattered.
Tomorrow she needed to get moving to find more water. A second time of sleep for the day would be welcomed. It wouldn't be long until her mind would lose consciousness. the fanalis needed to build her strength back up.
More blood would splatter as the battered figure of Merrze would limp forward. The blood fell from her head, hitting a large rock in which she would rest on. Between steps, the dust-covered and blood-painted woman would take in the grey wool skies, looking up the sky. The shard lodged in her skull was a mirror of the morning sun trembling in a fountain of wine.
The bleeding had substantially slowed since she had first brought her skull down onto the solid magic of Solomon. Her rags and hair were still dyed, it was hard to determine what was red roots of hair or her dried life force.
How long has it been since she bathed, bloody rat tails now hung from her head, the gorgeous which crowned her head before matted, mud and sweat decorated across her hairline. The dust mixed with sweat as it came from her pores.
The fanalis would try to move, hoping to get off the rock, between steps however she would stumble and thump against rocks. Her strength was gone, each step struck, hammering into the earth. The power was in her body but there was no control or energy to move it properly.
It made sense, Merrze had eaten in weeks it felt like now. Life was hard to find amongst the rocks, she doomed herself to death. Her grave in the sky would hide her body, her life would end unaccomplished.
These thoughts festered, it was hard to stay positive at this point. It was also kinda difficult to stay awake or stay standing as her head smacked into the rocks as she passed out.
The evening would say hello as the sun now brightly smiled, it was time to rise and shine for this Lion. Painfully her eyes reveal themselves to the world once again. How long was she out? That thought would soon be replaced with the sound of the birds again, this time however Merrze could think, and move again. The bleeding settled fully now that she stopped moving around so much.
It was unsettling to be still, nonetheless, she propped herself on the slab-like rock which she passed out on. The scarlet orbs which rested in her head would scan the area, trying to get a bearing, or somewhat of an understanding of what the area was like. It was a mountain pass, seemingly 20m wide. She rested somewhere in the middle it seemed, the mountain range to her back towered high reaching for space, the one in front would glow with the suns rays.
As she would scan her eyes would fall upon one of the singing birds nearby, it was nesting. It was only 10m it seemed like.
With a patient eye, she watched the bird. Her hand would be moved, sliding across the earth, feeling the smooth rock until stumbling upon a small, sturdy pebble. She lifted her right arm up with the help of her left, with all her energy the rock would fly from between her thumb and index finger.
With a crack from a stony bullet, the bird fell limp. Solemnly, and slowly the fanalis would inch towards it's newly acquired meal. It took a moment to reach the creature as she couldn't move her legs currently. Upon reaching the bird she used her nails, her teeth to rip out the majority of its feathers. It wasn't the first time she bit down on a bird whole. She didn't eat it however, there were enough dead branches around, and she could use sparks from stone and her bracelet. Soon with the crack of a fire, the bird would roast.
It took some time to get her makeshift fire and cooking setup made. The fire was needed by the time she had finished. The Cold crept in, like a stranger, it unsettled her. The fire provided some safety, the roasted sparrow provided true comfort.
A Lioness ate, enjoying the first food in forever to her mind. It felt primal to be broken down in such a way from her own training. It lingered in the subconscious but for a moment it felt like it was melting upon the gamey, and chewy taste of the small morsel she made.
She coughed between bites, the taste of blood still lingered, she didn't think it was a very good sauce for the bird. The meal would be finished, only bones and feathers remained scattered.
Tomorrow she needed to get moving to find more water. A second time of sleep for the day would be welcomed. It wouldn't be long until her mind would lose consciousness. the fanalis needed to build her strength back up.