Ravensblood Forest torture saints with a single glance

dated to end of july/beginning of august; @Donovan Azura

sides heaving, she crests the ridge, turning heavy muzzle back over her shoulder. nothing follows, and grim satisfaction blooms. her shoulder aches, not as badly as the hind-limb that barely carries any of her weight, though she continues on through the weeping trees. there is a familiarity here, a careful comfort that comes from places like these, the ravens that settle in the canopy. 

her scars are healed, fur beginning to cover most of them again. soon, the deeper wounds will fade too, and she will regain what she once had. 

the warlord sighs, and the woman continues on. it a slow, arduous journey now that she's gained once more her freedom; away from the debts she will settle. one day, she will return.