Hoshor Plains Now now, don't be so icy

ooc: sounds good!

she was bleeding, not profoundly, but enough for her to stop and flee. krypton was an aspiring medic, she knew a thing or two about treating wounds and such. cleaning herself up would be no problem for her, though she could feel herself worry for the other fae. it seemed like krypton's stand was enough to show her strength and willingness to keep going, for the ghostly pale female pulled back and began to slip away into the brush like she was trying to dissapear. krypton, with a bloody face and scruff, charged forward once more as if she was going to punk the other before skidding to a halt. she got what she wanted.

perhaps it was not the kill she wanted but just the thrill of the fight again. it ignited something within her, something that made her want to do it again sometime. perhaps, some time later after she healed her wounds. for now, she picked up her prize gently before heading the opposite direction, dissapearing into the tall grass towards her home, making sure that she would stop on the way to wash herself off and eat.