Winter Bloodshed
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Crimson droplets splattered and stained the pristine white snow as she walked through the darkness. It was foolish to go out at dusk in the winter. But she was amever the fool. Reckless. Impulsive. And the silence of the peaceful mountain had become to deafening. So she went out to the wilderness looking for something to take the edge off. But she hadn't planned on coming across the hungry lycan in the snow, searching for a meal. And Tempest had been a tempting treat indeed, all alone in the snow. He had gotten the drop on her but in the end, it was Tempest who emerged from the frozen lake victorious.

She ached. Oh gods did she ache. But it only reminded her she was alive. She would always be alive. She would bleed. And heal as if nothing ever were there. But for now, for the next few blissful hours she would know agony. And she would let it chase away the emptiness. The solitude. She kept one arm wrapped around her waist, trying to staunch the bleeding to little avail. She trembled with cold, her soaking wet clothes and hair making movement a challenge in the biting cold. Blood left a dripping trail behind her among her footsteps. She knew the cold wouldn't kill her. Nor would the claws along her abdomen or the chunks of flesh ripped from her shoulder.. The bites at her thighs. Nothing would. She was a Goddess. A true immortal. She could not be killed by such pitiful mortal injuries.

She just....wanted to get to her cabin. To collapse by the fire as she healed. Let the warmth soothe her to the darkness of unconsciousness. She felt the edges of her vision blur and swirl as she stumbled. Just a few more miles. She tried to push herself up to her feet again but her legs only buckled again. She tasted blood on her tongue as she laid there in the snow. She shifted from her side to her back and stared up at the dark sky. "Fuck you, Fates," she cursed quietly before she felt herself slip away to unconsciousness, her body too drained and weak to keep going.

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