Bearclaw Valley those lions are coming, oh they're coming.

@Merrick

when the siren finally made it to bearclaw the last of her health seemed to have faded away. her form was gaunt, her eyes a delirious sheen of silvery venom, and her movements rocking and spasmodic.

she felt like shit. her head burned as if her brain had been replaced with molten lava -- crackling with such disarray that caiaphas, for the longest time, stood before a stone that marked the valley's entrance and pressed her head against the stone's snowcovered surface.

as if to soothe the wildfire-hurt that roared like a furnace between her ears.

every noise hurt, every movement came with a scream of protest. and move she could not do, not easily -- it was as if somewhere a synapse misfired and failed to carry the message from her brain to her body. all she could do was watch helplessly as her body received the garbled transmission and did something different; until it seemed as if she was the captor of her own flesh, and left to watch in a rotted prison room thousands of leagues away.

she felt her body list again, and with a groan slipped against the stone. the snow was cold -- and she was aware of a rueful thirst somewhere in her aching throat. her mind scrambled, screaming to rise -- but it all seemed like far too much effort.. no, if she could just close her eyes a moment, just rest against this cool stone -- and sleep..