Lost Creek Hollow i think my blood is passing me by

left hind leg is missing <3

they had not spoken of the future, for silvertongue did not know that there could be any future for her. she found herself wholly dependent on wren, weeping often as her lover dressed trembling disappeared flesh and the sharpfang was forced to confront the complete absence of her leg once more. she could not see the beauty; it was not for her to comprehend. and when at last rising sun dawned before them, silvertongue had to be coaxed down into the long grass and to the lovely slanting shadows cast in deep emerald velvet, which enveloped her as she called softly for @Ash Paw in a hoarse tone that could wait no longer before she collapsed along the mossy ground and drew a first breath of a home she wished she had never left — one to which she also wished she had not returned. rebirth. renewal. regrowth. "wrenstar. wrenglow. wrenflight." she tested them, murmuring as consciousness began to eke away from her once more.