Caoess'alloa laid in her small, cramped bed with wool blankets surrounding her wounded and now fragile body as the rain poured through the open windows, into the slum's home and onto the red carpets. The thunder echoed in Caoess'alloa's pounding skull while she flinched and squeezed her eyes shut. Tears stung her closed eyes, and tingled her nose in the most unpleasant of ways as she sniffled and hiccupped from the previous sessions of sulking.
While the Avanthar waited for her "knight in shining armor", known as Averil to send word for help, all she could do was lie in her bed and hope to the Old Gods she didn't pass in her sleep if she happened to fall unconscious. She continued to fall into her thoughts of what was after death, what would happen to her family, who she would have let down in her wake of stupidity. She hissed in pain as she managed to roll her head over to a straight-forward position. Pain erupted through her neck and down to her shoulder from the gruesome bite wound she had earned within the depths of the tunnels under the sickening slums.
Caoess'alloa's spiraling downfall begun when she had decided upon making herself 'known'; making herself known in the ways only a fool would, by making themselves hated when alone.
Cao stirred slightly as she relived her mistakes that happened just hours before the storm of emotions, injuries and literal rain. She grit her teeth as she relived the way she was disarmed- twice. She relived the way she was taken down by her foe, and didn't manage to even take a hair from that Gods-forsaken man's scalp. Oh, that man, that beast, that thing. How Caoess' hated Sae now, as if she hadn't before.
Caoess' grit her teeth weakly as she stared up at the leaking ceiling of the small home, flinching as a droplet of water dribbled onto her cheek and ran down behind her ear. Drip, drip. At least the water was trying to soothe her, almost caressing her cheek in the dark times of slowly dying. While Averil waited at her side, looking to see if word was noticed during the days, Caoess'alloa's health deteriorated.
While the Avanthar waited for her "knight in shining armor", known as Averil to send word for help, all she could do was lie in her bed and hope to the Old Gods she didn't pass in her sleep if she happened to fall unconscious. She continued to fall into her thoughts of what was after death, what would happen to her family, who she would have let down in her wake of stupidity. She hissed in pain as she managed to roll her head over to a straight-forward position. Pain erupted through her neck and down to her shoulder from the gruesome bite wound she had earned within the depths of the tunnels under the sickening slums.
Caoess'alloa's spiraling downfall begun when she had decided upon making herself 'known'; making herself known in the ways only a fool would, by making themselves hated when alone.
Cao stirred slightly as she relived her mistakes that happened just hours before the storm of emotions, injuries and literal rain. She grit her teeth as she relived the way she was disarmed- twice. She relived the way she was taken down by her foe, and didn't manage to even take a hair from that Gods-forsaken man's scalp. Oh, that man, that beast, that thing. How Caoess' hated Sae now, as if she hadn't before.
Caoess' grit her teeth weakly as she stared up at the leaking ceiling of the small home, flinching as a droplet of water dribbled onto her cheek and ran down behind her ear. Drip, drip. At least the water was trying to soothe her, almost caressing her cheek in the dark times of slowly dying. While Averil waited at her side, looking to see if word was noticed during the days, Caoess'alloa's health deteriorated.
