Everything was a blur.
The guards had looked everywhere for them, to dispose of the so called "forsaken son's" kids -- but Yuki would never let them. They would not be picked off like leaves from a vine, they belong to this family too! Yet the Emperor only saw them as prey, competition to his own dirtied, blood-soaked throne. One day, Yuki would make him pay for the blood he'd spilt within his own kin -- and she'd do it for father, too. Whether it was his dying wish or not...
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Yuki's face was pressed against a mush of wet sand by the time she'd woken up, rather than stone. One might even call the she-wolf lucky that she even opened her eyes, considering the fall was supposed to have killed her. Her brains weren't splayed out for the word to see; good, but something was off. The snowbird must've went down stream in a river somehow.....she didn't recognize her surroundings. Before she could even work up the strength to gather her senses, however, she'd already been coughing up a horrid mixture of what tasted like salt and metal.
The Fujiwara struggled a bit to lift her head and steady herself to her haunches, feeling weighed down by her damp fur and dizzed consciousness. She'd cough again -- this time, into a forpaw. A splotch of blood and saliva revealed itself dribbling into the sands below her.
Death did not claim her -- Yuki should be thankful for that. Yet the severity of her injuries concerned her much more...
The guards had looked everywhere for them, to dispose of the so called "forsaken son's" kids -- but Yuki would never let them. They would not be picked off like leaves from a vine, they belong to this family too! Yet the Emperor only saw them as prey, competition to his own dirtied, blood-soaked throne. One day, Yuki would make him pay for the blood he'd spilt within his own kin -- and she'd do it for father, too. Whether it was his dying wish or not...
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Yuki's face was pressed against a mush of wet sand by the time she'd woken up, rather than stone. One might even call the she-wolf lucky that she even opened her eyes, considering the fall was supposed to have killed her. Her brains weren't splayed out for the word to see; good, but something was off. The snowbird must've went down stream in a river somehow.....she didn't recognize her surroundings. Before she could even work up the strength to gather her senses, however, she'd already been coughing up a horrid mixture of what tasted like salt and metal.
The Fujiwara struggled a bit to lift her head and steady herself to her haunches, feeling weighed down by her damp fur and dizzed consciousness. She'd cough again -- this time, into a forpaw. A splotch of blood and saliva revealed itself dribbling into the sands below her.
くそっ...the yearling rasped.
Death did not claim her -- Yuki should be thankful for that. Yet the severity of her injuries concerned her much more...
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濡れた犬 - by Yukimi - June 16, 2024, 12:27 AM