Exhausted [ @ Mikhail ]
❀ It smelled of decay, of dried blood caked to a woman's body as she lay face down on the earth. A white outfit dyed red with blood, hands gripping soil, twitching lightly at the wind that washed over the once battlefield. Most the time, it was silent with the exception of the intoners ragged breathing that was riddled with deranged laughter.
Lips that rested next to the ground were a darker shade than their normal pink color, but they moved in a whisper, mumbling something over and over as the utahime rolled onto her back to stare at the sky. ❀
"Ha...hahaha...I still have time. I still have time. Who is going to kill me? KILL ME. I will find another dragon."
❀ Whilst her one eye stared skywards, she would lift that prosthetic arm, as if reaching for the atmosphere above her, her fingers flexed weakly as she blocked out the sun in the sky with her fist. Was she dying? She could never hope to be that lucky. If it were that easy to end her miserable existence she would have done so herself...without the aid of-- She couldnt even bring herself to utter the name of the companion-- If she were dying, there was no way she would end up in a place less than the depths of hell...
Sitting up finally, she would take no note of the carnage around her... the sword which she had forged for her, had long been cast aside, and she ended up staggering to her feet using only her hands and knees. It was so lethargic, Three might have even been given a run for her money. ❀
"I...I have to find a dragon...to kill me...hah..hahahah."
