Felltree Marsh fireton

faust groaned as her tongue pressed against his torn flesh, a sound low and rumbling, like distant thunder rolling through the northern sky. his green eyes fluttered open, the sharp edge of pain dulling only slightly beneath her touch. blood still oozed in places, painting him a grim, tattered canvas of violence. yet, there was a flicker of relief in his gaze, finding her there.

good girl, yes, just like that, he muttered, his voice rasping from the strain, the words barely audible over the faint howl of the wind. his muscles shifted as he tried to push himself upright, only for his body to betray him, sagging back into the snow.

his head turned slowly, his gaze seeking hers, sharp even through his haze of exhaustion. lead me... water, he groaned, teeth gritting as another wave of pain seared through him. cold water. need it.

he blinked once, heavily, trusting her to understand, to guide him from this ruinous place to some semblance of solace.