Arrow Lake abbatia

Im okay for a travel thread or one when they’re home! Whatever you all would like!

The darkness claimed her—a place of comfort. Briefly, she would come to—the harsh and angry words of her Arche exchanged—threatening Germanicus. The flutter of her lashes, gaze falling upon Reyson who looked to the sky, broken.

She wanted to tell them Germanicus had saved her from the cougar—but her throat was on fire and dry. Her jaw could not move and as Antigone’s familiar form came to view, tending to the Imperator,  she felt her heart wrench at the mere idea of him having to see what wounds had been inflicted upon her.

She would try to speak, but nothing would come—and the darkness would claim her once more. For now, she could feel the whisper of movement, her body being lifted. She wanted to insist she could walk, but she could not come to—her broken form draped over her leader, a paw dangling from the side as the Epochian would begin the journey home. 

Long forgotten and left behind were the herbs she had originally come for, any semblance of the control she had hoped for long past, now.