Post by elysium on Feb 23, 2010 9:39:38 GMT -5
Her hand trailed along the chain link. The smell of old death filling her nose, just under that smell something fresh bled not far from her. Her heart beat like a wild thing trying to escape from its prison. She blinked her eyes slowly. Nothing but darkness. "Damn no light."
Using the fence to lower her body to the ground she crawled over metal rocks. A light fall of snow cooled the body her hand trailed over. Closer now she knew the scent. Her would be rescuer lay trickling out the last bit of his life. Her hand slide over the point of an arrow that had clearly entered his back, only the tip protruding from his chest.
She wondered how far he had gotten before the wound would not let him move any further. Slowly moving toward the small speck of light breaking through the darkness. The sounds of a fire crackling. Lys tried to stand once more, when her head span from the drugs still coursing through her body. Falling back to her knees, her stomach retching from the dizziness she felt. The action reopening the wound that was healing slowly in her stomach. Her fingers dug into dirt, jaw clenched tightly not allowing the scream that sat in her throat. Instead a low whimper escaping.
Head head resting against a stone lightly covered with snow. The cool helping steady her thought and senses. It was then she heard the sounds of something around her. The smell of wolf. Her right hand searched the ground slowly resting on a metal pipe. She stayed as still as she could. The smell of her own blood evading her nose. Praying in her head that who ever was drawing closer was not starved.
She decided best to let them draw closer, striking range if they had any thoughts on making a meal of her.
Using the fence to lower her body to the ground she crawled over metal rocks. A light fall of snow cooled the body her hand trailed over. Closer now she knew the scent. Her would be rescuer lay trickling out the last bit of his life. Her hand slide over the point of an arrow that had clearly entered his back, only the tip protruding from his chest.
She wondered how far he had gotten before the wound would not let him move any further. Slowly moving toward the small speck of light breaking through the darkness. The sounds of a fire crackling. Lys tried to stand once more, when her head span from the drugs still coursing through her body. Falling back to her knees, her stomach retching from the dizziness she felt. The action reopening the wound that was healing slowly in her stomach. Her fingers dug into dirt, jaw clenched tightly not allowing the scream that sat in her throat. Instead a low whimper escaping.
Head head resting against a stone lightly covered with snow. The cool helping steady her thought and senses. It was then she heard the sounds of something around her. The smell of wolf. Her right hand searched the ground slowly resting on a metal pipe. She stayed as still as she could. The smell of her own blood evading her nose. Praying in her head that who ever was drawing closer was not starved.
She decided best to let them draw closer, striking range if they had any thoughts on making a meal of her.