Lost Creek Hollow He doesn't know when to give up

Ooc: @Harlyn when you get the time! This is when Shikoba is back home after her battle with Shardul, set back a little 

Shame. It away at her bones as if it was a deadly virus. She couldn't destroy her guilt for not dying in battle. It was not a noble surrender to her, she ran in fear. She gave up and let fear overtake her.

She could not call herself Shikoba Phaseant Tail, she wasn't her true self. If she were true to herself, she would've died in battle instead.

Perhaps she overthought everything, but nothing was important anymore. What mattered was getting home. She hurt, every single part of her ached. Her muscles were tearing from overuse, the blood was washing over her fur. And her eyes. She couldn't tell if she was blind or just dazed or both, but she didn't need to know. She needed to get home.

Her wounds were very evident, she never stopped to clean herself. All she did was run home. The gouge in her shoulder from ivory teeth with claw marks stained her once clean fur. Her brow, her once clean forehead was stained with vermillion. Across her eyes were claw marks, it was amazing her eyes were still there. It was unknown if they were affected in any way, but what mattered was getting home.

The border, she was unsure if she had crossed it before she collapsed. Her muscles and legs gave in, darkness fell around her. The dirt smeared into her wound, it stung like poison from a snake.

She wasn't able to call out, her throat burned from the dry air. With the last bit of consciousness she had, she gave a short yodel into the air before falling into her darkness.