12-15-2008, 07:20 PM
Iskata heard those words as there was a pause in the stitching, the constant stab of pressure that made the harsher wounds seem slight and numbing to say the least. Her ruined eyes were still a mess though the tears flowed with blood, washing the wounds and yet reminding her of the pain all the same with the sting of salt. A shudder rang through her body as Deuce made the promise to her that she so wished the woman wouldn't make. She made no protest to begin with after the words were spoken instead she fell silent and limp upon the table once more.
It seemed that the stitching had slowed after such a dull ache had settled over her form, she felt like she was drifting away as she whined raggedly again. "What's left to fight for.." the question seemed to echo between the two leaders as the truth say vivid upon her silvery fur. There was nothing left for her, death was drawing near and she felt as though there was a struggle between the phoenix trying to rise and death's greedy hold over the soul.
It seemed that the stitching had slowed after such a dull ache had settled over her form, she felt like she was drifting away as she whined raggedly again. "What's left to fight for.." the question seemed to echo between the two leaders as the truth say vivid upon her silvery fur. There was nothing left for her, death was drawing near and she felt as though there was a struggle between the phoenix trying to rise and death's greedy hold over the soul.