flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
She hadn’t taken any notice of if there was anyone else around or not. The scarred female was far too wrapped up in trying to run from herself, run from her emotions and feelings, to take notice of much else. Heck, she could very well have passed into a pack’s territory and she would honestly not have realized it until it was probably too late, landing herself in a world of hurt and trouble. It wouldn’t be the first time she landed herself into trouble for not noticing pack territory borders, and it likely wouldn’t be the last, either.
Having plunged into the cool water of the lake, she came to a complete halt at a point where she was standing in it deep enough that her paws were almost barely touching the bottom. Cool water surrounded her all the way up to her shoulders, and yet she wasn’t ready to allow herself to start drinking just yet. She wanted to be able to cool herself off a little bit before letting herself drink because she didn’t want to end up throwing up whatever she drank. See, Aguta had done this before but hadn’t known better then and ended up not only throwing up but had also been physically sick for a few days afterwards. It wasn’t something she wanted to go through again.
The suddenness of a voice, a male voice, jerked her back to reality and the scarred female whipped around to face him. She didn’t hold herself aggressively but she did have an air around her that said she wasn’t going to take crap from anyone. Icy colored eyes narrowed, slightly, as she studied him for a moment before finally answering his question. “Only myself,” she answered bluntly. There was no point in lying, placing the blame upon some unseen face. She was running only from her own self.