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MY NAME IS BRUTUS AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY ✧
tw . mentions of blood and wounds
she is heavily aware of the blood dripping from her. a gash over her features, the foul scent of copper pooling at the bottom of her chin and dripping into the fertile and gentle earth. the woman elects to use one of her paws to carry most of the weight, desperate to ignore the stinging hotness that encircles the other. there was little outward reaction of the pain that continues to gnaw on her. she knows anything with a sense of smell can track her, smell the blood of her leader on her, stained into a dark buckskin pelt. buck has no clue where cicada ran off to, just that they should split. it's the most free reign she's had in moons, and all it took was that damned shining wire. a sharp pain shoots up her side whenever the gnarled limb takes a step. her teeth sink into the prey she's managed to carry. the men with domestic lightning can shoot her, harm her, skin her and drown her. she risked it just to finish the initial task.
perhaps it is her own filthy pride. they had already marked her for destruction, the gods be damned if she is not able to steal back the life they had stolen. a fat rabbit hangs in her maw, its large feet dragging upon the ground and leaving a trail of disrupted dirt in her wake. the entrance of camp is familiar, but never comforting. the molly makes no attempt to further herself in the area. staying still at the entrance, a heavy hatred upon her. she is far too aware of the split flesh, the warm blood that pools beneath her. she speaks of nothing simply because she holds nothing to say. eyes trained on the spot next to her. as if @CICADASTAR should be there. she is sure that the moonlit-painted tom is not far behind her.
it is still hard for her to believe it. to play the hero to the same man who had stolen everything from her. how easy it could have been to leave him. perhaps she is too tender-hearted to be capable of that cruelty. yet buck cannot forget the shared surprise they both had.
the rabbit drops to the ground. tiredness seeping into her, but she still stands. a heavy breath overtakes her. she hasn't been this tired in a long time.
/ previous threads : campsite raid. caught in the wire "speech"