Dragoncrest Cliffs of war, of blood, of death, of beauty

bwp thread 2. this post is about as chaotic as eske feels right now, lmao.

eske's always went through life fearlessly. went to battle with her head held high and ready to face what the blackfeather wolves had to throw at her without batting an eyelash. but this? this thing attached to her neck caused a unbridled panic in her chest which was tight. each breath was a struggle as she hyperventilates, her pupils dilated and her eyes wild. she needed to calm down. she knows this. she can't fight it when she's panicking because when she's panicking she isn't thinking straight. she knows this and yet she can't. it's a pressure on her neck and the more she thinks about it the more it frightens her. she was in an internal war with herself as she left the tangle and neared drageda's borders. she wasn't sure she wanted to return ...that it was safe to return having no idea what was latched onto her. was it contagious? would it hurt her packmates? each consideration was measurably worse than the last and by the time she stumbles — still a little derpy from the sedative — her ears are flat against her skull and the hair on her nape is in a constant bristle. her heartbeat is loud in her ears as she presses against the nearest tree for support after stumbling again. her legs still feel a bit too heavy for her body. she tries to take a deep breath and it is quick and hollow. she tries again and takes is successful if only because she holds her breath for a few seconds before expelling it slowly. and then she tips her head back and lets out a call as she presses against the tree so hard that she fears she might sink right into it.