Firestone Hot Springs where they spin lies into fairydust

backdated to the evening of nov. 29th

one leg slowly is placed in front of the other-- a tiny hop between each delicate step. her vocal chords, still feeling the crushing impact of teeth, strained themselves with every sound that escaped. the bleeding had stopped for the most part, her fur a crusted mess, velvet aimlessly wandered once she had left the woods; all she wanted was somewhere to rest. it wasn't long before she found herself amongst pockets of shallow pools-- a hot spring? the tranquil feeling in the air was enough to convince her, before long the fae slunk lower to the ground, slithering her body into one of the pools. the initial contact of hot water touching her skin burned her wounds before she became accustomed to it.
unfortunately, all glass must shatter; all illusions must clear. she sprawls out in the pocket, twitching her freshly-torn ear as she notices she can obviously feel the piece of it missing. the thought of her surviving in the winter alone is there. a thought, though weak and fragile, she pretends not to notice. it tricks her into independence. being emotionally honest with herself was never something the hellion could consider herself good at-- as far as she was concerned, her emotions were second to her instinct.
emotions won't save your life when you're dying of hunger.
the world melts away, her consciouness bleeding out of her body in a polluted trail grief-stricken smoke as her eyelids grow heavier with each strained breath she is able to muster.
finally, at long last,
she is able to rest.