12-29-2008, 10:33 PM
Iskata closed her eyes as she felt the damp substance spread over her wounds, she was tired and all she wanted was to sleep, to drown herself in the nothing that would wait beyond. She wasn't ready to die but she wasn't ready to live in the world she knew waited for her. The bandages that covered her pelt felt so different from the clothes that she'd worn in the past. She shuddered at the thought as the words Deuce tried to coax her with fell upon her tattered ears. "I don't know.. if it will be enough.." she said softly as she felt the small flairs of pain building along her body where each mark had been made by beast and then needle. She knew she would never be the same.. perhaps the only ironic thing was that she'd never have to see what she'd changed into.