darkness
who: ????????????
Consciousness finds her, but the pain finds her first; there's a dull stinging burn in her neck and her chest that threaten at the edges of some far-flung dream. Danger. Is it the bear? No, the bear is dead. Is it the mother? No, the mother is dead.
She can see, but she can't see anything, her face is hot and close and she can't smell anything through some heavy scent that soaks whatever is sitting over her face. Her head shakes as she realizes the world. She's Autumn. Her wrists burn, weighted down by something that's cold and acidy as it raws her skin. Get up.
Her heads pounding, and feels shackles pull at her, dig that burning sensation in deeper with every move as she groggily pulls at whatever shroud covers up the rest of her indecency - naked but not. She can't tell if it's a robe, or a blanket or... "Help!" Her mind sparks the word like tinder, voice hoarse enough that it barely sounds like herself. and she can taste dried blood on her lips and at the corner of her mouth. She pulls at her hands, finds they don't move, and its like every ounce of strength she's grown accustomed to has been sapped out of her. Painfully, she recognizes all of this weakness.
She tries to cry out again, pulling at her chained arms behind her back, every struggle reminding her that they don't just bind, but bite, too. "Help me!" No sight, scent is scrambled; she's only left with touch; can only feel binding cold metal burning above the pin's and needles of her extremities, can only hear the sound of her own ragged breath.
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