Post by leprechaunoflowd on Jun 3, 2010 16:05:37 GMT -5
So this was what it was like, to be injured.
Cloud had to say, it was a whole new experience for her. When one had the ability to be a non-solid, partially transparent 'phantom', wounds weren't exactly a common occurance. So it was rather vexing that her first wound did not come from a wily opponent in a heated battle, or from a skilled assassination attempt, or even from a clever predator.
No. She, the dark mare Ominous Cloud, the beautifully wicked vixen loner, had been taken by surprise and attacked by a particularly malevolent bramble bush.
"I hope you're happy, you worthless piece of fauna,"
The steel-grey Azteca snarled in ill temper as she wrenched her precious foreleg from the bush's malicious clutches. The scratches were superficial, but... They hurt, and it was bleeding, and when it came to experience in the area of healing her knowledge was absolutely void. The whole thing vexed her.
" Daring to mar the flawless hide of Ominous Cloud... May you be struck by lightning and burned to a crisp."
Oh yes... Cloud was terribly vexed.
