Blackfeather Woods hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way

Set in Spiderlings' Glen. For the quest "Be Thou My Vision"

She was dying.

Her belly was split down the middle, like a gutted fish. Blood and entrails spilled slowly, blooming across the cold ground of the clearing. So hot--the tang of her innards seared her nostrils. She was still breathing, for now, but barely, shallow inhalations that barely provided her the energy she needed to survive. To live.

She was dying.

And then she blinked, and her wound now oozed sludge, black mud, like in the swamp. Worms and spiders followed the slow-moving fluid, skittering, inching slowly. . . Her bicolored gaze watched them, pupils shrank to nothing in her poppy haze. She felt no pain, only the emptiness of a woman rotting from the inside out.

Her fur came off in clumps. The exposed skin began to decay before her eyes.

"Don't you know that this is your destiny?"

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The girl of pestilence woke in the middle of the glen, eyes popping open suddenly, like a corpse come back to life.

Well.

Maybe she had.