Barrow Fields the oblong box

i did a dice roll for my own injuries and got 41/100 :o @Prophet @Augur @Masquerade @Lilia @Relic @Redd

the buck is waffling, even as they drive him forward. he meanders even at the cutting blows of Masque and Lilia. he will not meet the waiting fangs of their brute force.

she has no choice.

Avicus picks up her pace and leaps, seizing the throat of the elk;

she hangs on, blood spurting, catching the blows of its hooves as it runs, feeling the earth stir and rise and fall beneath her as she's dragged.

for fifteen or so strides she clings and finally releases, stumbling back, feeling her ribs bruised and pummeled and—

oh, she shouldn't have taken the risk to the babes. . .

her mouth is full of blood. her heart is full of lust.