Ciri
Rough branches grab at her fleeing figure, thorns scratching at the already ravaged flesh. All is darkness, unable to find the stars above, unable to see the path before her. She doesn’t care, heart in her throat, as she runs. Runs for her life. Despite the long trip to Tephra, her strength is not what it once was. It ebbs away quickly and soon her chest is heaving with the exertion, finding herself stumbling over loose roots until her legs give out beneath her.
She drags herself to lay on the other side of a large tree, hoping the wide trunk will keep her out of sight from her attacker. If she was still following... She prays she is not. Shaking, gasping for breath. Angry with herself for running but knowing that she was outmatched in her current state. The wolf-shifter had caught her off guard, she had been unprepared. Gritting her teeth, she vows that she will never let something like that happen again. So sick of being caught in the clutches of monsters and being considered the underdog.
The fresh wound across her face throbs and stings, blood dripping freely from the open crevice where it’s claw had torn her cheek. Knowing how lucky she was to keep her eye. Forcing back hot tears even as she groans softly, a sharp pain deep in her belly. The fast pace of her silver swirls scan her surroundings, not knowing where she is. Realizing that in the panic, she has lost her sense of direction. Lost. Another sharp stab makes her recoil within herself on the ground, tasting copper metallic on her tongue as she bites her cheek with the pain.
The clouds part briefly, enough that she can call down her starlight to swirl protectively around her in case she is caught unaware. It’s hard to harness the power between the cramping sensation at her core but she struggles and fights even as her strength slips further away. Keeping the stars with her as long as possible before the clouds take them away.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Castile]