Rising Sun Valley skwila

the sensation of shock and knowing was shared between them, heda's body tensing in recognition and wavering in a response that would never have come at any other time such as this, such as this humiliation of tasting their blood seeping together in her mouth. she stared up in anger and shock and still, a bitterdeep curiosity for his own rage, until he had yanked away and spat a last epithet.
months, months. only months. it had been so short a time, and she did not immediately rise, feeling the blackening blood spread beneath her breastbone and spitting saliva reddened with it into the dirt, shame and fury and anguish sparkling in her veins.
at last, however, she forced her aching body up and glanced toward the bypass. if she came home in such a state she would only terrify her young ones; no. best to keep on, to keep going. 
she chose a direction, her steps ginger and breath shallow as she nursed the hurt of her bruisings and kept watch around her for that violent creature.
the rising sun soon swallowed her once more.