Blackbeak Bluff apricot

apollyon is in critical condition. his face has been bitten from forehead to left jawline, tearing the eyelid on that side and barely missing his eye. he is studded with several oozing bite marks from throat to shoulders. he has several broken ribs on the right side and his right clavicle is fractured. he is hypothermic and is losing blood quickly from his wounds. he has the rest of this IC day/night and will die after without medical intervention. apollyon is also killable in this state! set immediately after this!

a raven plucked at a bloodstained tuft of fur along the silent face of the collapsed wolf. 

the prodding beak, checking to see if this feast of carrion was indeed dead, instead elicited a low moan.

the raven made a brash noise and retreated to wait.

there was no part of apollyon that he could move without dumping himself back into oblivion. even now he drifted in and out of consciousness, feeling the tackiness of blood gluing shut his eye as it slowly froze in a widening puddle beneath him.

no coherent thought was left to apollyon, and the ravens inched closer as he fell back into the merciful depths of insensibility.