the aftermath • leisure day 2
Oct 30, 2020 23:46:29 GMT -5
Post by sidney on Oct 30, 2020 23:46:29 GMT -5
mona wyatt
The snow beneath her feet was stained red.
Most of it had been her blood at first. The deer had gotten her good, but not quite as good as the fucking wind with claws. What the fuck was that thing? She shivered and it wasn't because of the bitter winter breeze that rolled past. Mona had never seen anything like the three mutts they'd just fought. Terrible and dangerous, they'd actually given the Wraith from the Seam a tremble to her voice and a chill up her spine. But deep down she knew it would be just as terrible if it was someone's body she was pulling her sword from. And it would be so much worse when she heard a canon at the end of the night for a life she took.
"Well, they put up quite the fuckin' fight," she sheathed her sword and wobbled away from the battlefield. They'd need to skin the deers and wrap the meat. No reason they shouldn't profit from a job well done, right? But Mona felt dizzy and nauseous at the moment, all the wounds she'd endured during the fight finally catching up with her now that things started to settle down. "Maybe a little rest first, though?" She practically collapsed atop one of the stumps by the makeshift fire pit they'd made the day prior. They hadn't used it, not yet. They hadn't wanted to give away their position and they had found plenty of warm clothes in the spoils after the bloodbath. But now seemed like as good a time as any. They'd need a fire to cook anyway.
"Help me with this, Charlie?" She grabbed a few logs and laid them out in a circle. Mona wasn't an expert at flames, but she did what she could before reaching for the first-aid kit in her pack. "V, I need to stitch this up or something, can you—? I can't get it open," She tried not to cry as she held out the kit helplessly toward Vervain. The pain in her hand was too much to bear now and as much as she hated to admit it, she needed help. "We can light a fire and skin those deer, yeah?" She deflected, hoping they'd focus on anything other than the utter defeat on Mona's face. "I could eat. How 'bout you three?"