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Arachnea's Revenge
Really she wasn't having much luck as of late. She would need to find stability before Carmine found her again. Her plan was already starting to form in her head the wheels clicking into place. Her right ear was also still a mangled mess upon her skull. She had some stupid knowledge of how to take care of her wounds, but she had no way of administering to it without shifting. Since she had yet to do that she was screwed. At the moment she hated Carmine even more for the dependance he had settled her with.
The blood had at least stop flowing openly from the torn appendage leaving a rustic brown cake on her soft blonde fur. Since she was neither white nor really blonde she was a light champagne somewhere in the middle, the blood in her fur only added to her whole red spot appearance. She remembered her mother telling her how deformed she was and that God would find a way to curse a demon like her to a life of hell. Of course that had already been apparent since she had had that women for a mother.
That was neither here nor there, she was in a situation. It was not survival that Ryan found an issue, infection was likely to set into that ear if she didn't find some willing hands to do as she told them to to take care of it. It probably wouldn't hurt to have a few stitches in it since it was so mangled, maybe even remove a little of the damaged tissue. Emerging from the tree line Ryan walked towards the waters of the large lake that accompanied this area. It's depths were bluer than the sky it reflected, which seemed an impossible idea; but true.
Coming to its edge she looked down at her reflection and stared for a whole minute. Anger start to boil over the edge and suddenly Ryan felt her paw dash the water and her image into oblivion. It was had been hard to look at herself before, now it was just torture. "Fuck me. I'm the ugliest duckling in the whole fucking continent. Of course self pity was foolish and a waste of time, but it seemed easier to think of that then the fact that she would have to come of with a survival tactic to face Carmine before he found her. Or she would be wallowing in blood not self pity.