Fore-Dated to the 16th.
Word Count → 531
Even a casual observer could tell you that Neela was in a bad way. The nightmares that she had suffered the last two days hed been especially harsh and had left Neela in a bad condition, somewhat similar to her condition upon first entering the pack.
Neela hadn’t cleaned herself beyond the extremes for days, hadn’t changed her bandages nor had she been eating properly and it showed. While her stomach bandaged were in decent condition, those wounds mostly healed, those on her arms were sodden with red on the side of the wound and even the fur around the bandaged was starting to get soaked with the foul liquid. Neela hadn’t washed in two days other than to clean herself of the vomit that was a regular reaction to her nightmares and it showed, her normally well kept fur was dirty and matted and up close the stink of vomit was strong on her breath.
Most worrying however was her physical condition. Neela hadn’t eaten beyond small meals for just over a weak and most of what she had eaten had been vomited up each night and it was beginning to show, the ridged shape of her ribs just starting to become visible through her fur. Most telling though was her face. Her amber eyes were bloodshot, shot through with small streaks of red and held unusually wide despite the swelling around her right eye. As Neela paced backwards and forwards she occasionally bared her teeth randomly, showing that those to the right were bloodstained as the small wounds inside her mouth repeatedly reopened.
Neela was currently taking a meandering path through the forest south of Westville, slowly but surely heading up towards her dock. Her sleep deprived mind had linked Ichika with her nightmares and was convinced that if she could get off the territory that things would get better. As it was he was likely correct; spending even short times at sea for fishing had helped her in the past and her planned trip down to Halifax would likely do her a lot of good.
Still it would take a while for her to get to even that short term solution in her current condition. Unable to focus Neela was getting constantly distracted in her travels, and there was also the problem of her anger.
Neela was angry, Angry at what was happening to her, angry at her current condition, angry that it seemed to be caused by the place that she now loved. With her mind tired Neela's ability to control this anger was severely reduced and she was on a hair trigger at the moment.
This was demonstrated in short order as Neela accidentally brushed her wounded arm against a sapling. This sent a shot of pain running through her arm and caused Neela to whirl angrily on the tree, a roar of thoughtless rage leaving her lips as her good hand suddenly shot out lightening fast holding one of her fighting knives. The sharp blade made quick work of the juvenile tree and left Neela kneeling among the splinters, breathing heavily and trying to bury the growing rage that she was still feeling.
