☾ @inmanumortis l ♛ plotted ☽
The gray sky full of doom and suffering was there to look down at the poor female that lays on the cold dirty ground . Porcelain visage impeccable with accents of rose red at the end of her cheekbones , now it’s down to a miserable complexion mud sticking to delicate cheeks . Once a powerful countess now reduced to a spec of dust in the ground , that was the picture painted for her last days here on this world ?
Shaky yelps of pain were dropped here and there with a long pause between as the energy required even for the simplest of things now , is running low and is doing it fast , hence even the breathing comes with great hardship for the woman. Claudia made a last attempt to roll on her back so at the very least her face would be up in the air and get some oxygen . How can it be possible for her to be in this situation ? . Pale slim digits travel up to hold by , the hot red liquid that does not stop any time soon . As her faded sapphires look up to the sky her mind allows her to recall her path until this moment .
Her Majesty orders were sent and she had no time to waste , an action needed to be done fast and efficient. Giving such a cliche subject as the mass kidnapping of children would be looked upon as a piece of cake and that’s when she also fell into the trap or does she ? Maybe it was a simple and to it but the ego and arrogance of the woman made her step a tad bit more unprepared for this fight that she might usually prefer. First steps just as foreseeable as always for the countess , she would identify the location of the culprits in less than two days, however....the main objective was one that would be bound to failure and great great consequences for the woman.
Claudia with two other figures by her side would indeed free the children but does this egoist soul survive to tell her victory ? Shoted right beneath the core of her frame , the woman still clings on angrily to a slim string of life . She is out of that place that was left full of corpses piling from both sides , her place was there as she herself can be considered a corpse at some point, a very stubborn one that would not give in on its last breath of life just yet. With a knife in her free hand, she cannot get herself together to move any further.
No , the hell would not have the pleasure to take her just yet , her palm tightens to her wound to keep the vital liquid from running out of her frame . She was a mess with misery and anger in her faded orbs.
