She winced as every step seemed to pull the skin farther and farther away from the gashes on her shoulder, tearing it apart even more as her muscled contracted and flexed. Crusted blood cracked as clefts met ground, but she couldn't help but be tempted to do it again. So that is what she did, curling her neck to the left shoulder this time, she drove her horn into her shoulder, dragging it along her flesh to create a cut that was deeper, but only about 2 inches long, compared to the seven on her right shoulder, one on top of the other, each about four inches long. A grunt escaped her maw as blood trickled down her white fore-limb, staining it red with the constant stream. But she ignored it, and pushed on through the somber woodland.
Alone and well... Lonely, she did the only thing she could think to do; sing. Her song was one that she had memorized from her time with Province, seasons ago, it was her people's folk song, sang in a language that Abi had easily caught onto when she lived there for about a season. But her memory was slowly fading with every painful day, and all she could remember was the song and some key words. The beautiful tunes rang through what seemed to be the empty forest, it echoed off the green waters that she whisked by; but then her vocals halted just as she, under a large willow. It's vines reached down to caress her spine, causing her to nicker with pleasure. She smiled softly, but blood still ran in a thin but continuous stream down her leg, and onto the earth.
The silence. For several moments she sat perfectly still, staring out from under the willow's vines, it's touches soft as the thin, wispy branches surrounded her, like a sweet embrace that she so desperately needed. She then moved, looking from side to side, then only bothering to glance momentarily down to the small puddle of blood beneath her. "Hello?"
@[Windwalker]
For Windy and Abi to meet again <3
ABISHIA
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