She woke, and promptly vomited.
It was early morning, very early, the sun barely visible above the trees. And yet she was awake, stomach writhing and seemingly full of a very poor choice of meal. She had rushed outside, making it only a few paces before she succumbed to her nausea and vomited the content of her stomach into a thick patch over undergrowth. She heaved again and again, until the sea that was her stomach stilled and she stood gasping over the bush, before backing up a few paces and promptly collapsing on the ground.
She felt horribly weak, helpless, focus solely on stilling her stomach as her whole form quivered. Her mind reeled, she hated this sudden change in events. Gaping wounds she could deal with, but this...made her feel helpless. And she absolutely hated feeling helpless. It brought back thoughts of a time she would rather forget.
She curled in on herself, shivering in the slightest as she reclined on her side and desperately tried to push down the nausea, the horrible sick feeling in her gut. She didn't want to be found like this. That she knew. She was Warlord, was supposed to be strong and a role model, not some weak, pitiful creature like this. She uncurled slightly, slinking to her den and resuming her position by the entrance, quivering as she fought not to vomit again. It didn't look like she'd be going to sleep anytime soon.
[ooc]Dated early morning, the 11th[/ooc[
It was early morning, very early, the sun barely visible above the trees. And yet she was awake, stomach writhing and seemingly full of a very poor choice of meal. She had rushed outside, making it only a few paces before she succumbed to her nausea and vomited the content of her stomach into a thick patch over undergrowth. She heaved again and again, until the sea that was her stomach stilled and she stood gasping over the bush, before backing up a few paces and promptly collapsing on the ground.
She felt horribly weak, helpless, focus solely on stilling her stomach as her whole form quivered. Her mind reeled, she hated this sudden change in events. Gaping wounds she could deal with, but this...made her feel helpless. And she absolutely hated feeling helpless. It brought back thoughts of a time she would rather forget.
She curled in on herself, shivering in the slightest as she reclined on her side and desperately tried to push down the nausea, the horrible sick feeling in her gut. She didn't want to be found like this. That she knew. She was Warlord, was supposed to be strong and a role model, not some weak, pitiful creature like this. She uncurled slightly, slinking to her den and resuming her position by the entrance, quivering as she fought not to vomit again. It didn't look like she'd be going to sleep anytime soon.
[ooc]Dated early morning, the 11th[/ooc[
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Ill Tidings - by Aeronwyn - August 12, 2016, 04:05 PM
RE: Ill Tidings - by Burke - August 13, 2016, 05:08 AM
RE: Ill Tidings - by Liekos - August 13, 2016, 08:32 AM
RE: Ill Tidings - by Aeronwyn - August 13, 2016, 08:53 AM
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RE: Ill Tidings - by Liekos - August 13, 2016, 12:21 PM
RE: Ill Tidings - by Aeronwyn - August 13, 2016, 12:34 PM
RE: Ill Tidings - by Burke - August 13, 2016, 02:52 PM
RE: Ill Tidings - by Liekos - August 14, 2016, 03:22 AM
RE: Ill Tidings - by Aeronwyn - September 22, 2016, 03:46 PM
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RE: Ill Tidings - by Burke - September 23, 2016, 03:33 AM