Redsand Canyon the woman who danced to the music of her own demons

AW (set in paradise falls, dated before the BWP)

The light of the moon and stars bathed the nymph in silver where she stretched upon the warm rocks of the burbling oasis, a vague grimace upon her delicate features as she gnawed the vibrant marigolds to a paste. 

She smeared the ointment on what wounds she could reach, rolling in what was left to medicate those she couldn't - mixing it with crushed garlic upon her stony perch. 

The scabbed wounds resembled dark tattoos upon her flesh in the indigo of early night, curling intricately across pale flesh and fur to portray a graphic story. 

Other remedies lay nearby, for afterwards, chamomile for shock and dock leaves for her blistered paws.