Dragoncrest Cliffs untitled folder DWIGHT DWIGHT DWIGHT DWIGHT DWIG

this thread has been moved up to 1/9 per agreement. injuries left intentionally vague but are fairly serious (lots of lacerations and bruises, probably broken ribs) and are now festering. set 1/14

Lilitu had some sense of medicine from time with various healers. Bridget, especially; she remembered going up the mountain with the woman, looking for survivors from the rockslide, and had picked up things here and there.

Moss was one thing she knew. She'd helped the boy in Akashingo when he had hurt his paw.

So when she managed to escape the bear's clutches, she set off bleeding deep into the Tangle, burrowing herself as far within the snarled limbs as she could go. The brute could not reach her here.

For days, she'd scrabbled for moss. Plugged her wounds. Scrabbled, plugged.

The bleeding slowed. The pain did not.

On the fifth day, Lilitu emerged reeking of iron and pus, a fever rippling over her slender frame. She'd grown delirious, having only mouthfuls of snow to quench her thirst and nothing in her stomach. Bits of dark-stained moss still clung to her fur, and fell like autumn leaves as she walked.

By the time she reached the borders of Sapphique, she was seeing things.

The sea. Lightning in her mind. She fell to her knees with a groan, nose pressed into the frozen earth. Snowflakes fell around her crumpled body.

Help, she muttered, with no strength to howl.

This was it. This was what she deserved for leaving her family behind, again.