.:*☆ BLOOD ON MY HANDS — RETURN

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Ninazu took to wandering the sands when she could -- with the fear of sunlight etched into her uneasy mind, she cherished the twilights and full moon nights. In early moments of sunset, the spotted wildcat already took to the wasted lands outside the pyramids. She intended on getting a moment to clear her head and gather a few herbs; her thoughts on that were blotted out, as she felt Stryder's crackling words burn through her head. She wished he bothered to include directions.

Regardless, she smelled the scent of decay and saw two figures in the distance. Raising her pace to a steady trot, she hurried along with her satchel banging against her shoulder. Uncomfortable, but she heard the urgency in Stryker's call. So, after a few minutes, she managed to reach the two of them; huffy and out of breath, she tore her satchel off her hot body and grabbed a waterskin out of it. "Cosette, drink. What happened?" she spoke, handing the waterskin to her fellow erudite -- or, failing that, to shove it in Stryker's paws.

She sniffed, but couldn't discern the injuries through the thick scent of blood. Couldn't see the wounds through the thick globs of clotted blood, flaking off her fur and congealed thickly where -- those were probably the cuts. Her stomach churned as attempted to pour water on what she estimated the worse cuts were, to see what she was doing. The smell of hydrated blood hit her like a punch to the muzzle, but she tried not to think about that. Ignored her own quivering muscles. Ignored the want that pressed so sweetly against her logical mind.

[ injuries? o: ]

WRITTEN BY AXIOM

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