WC :: 696 :: Setting is for June 7th in the afternoon, near the border she was found at after the attack. It is now 8 days after the assault. In optime form (healing in this until further notice) and currently in heat. Ribs are still tightly wrapped and there is a large poultice on her inner thigh and neck. Bruising around her right eye is still dark, bruising throughout the right side is getting better (shades of purple and dark reds, yellowish where it’s healing faster). Bruising on her wrists is still visible and the rope burns are scabbed over as well as the rest of the cuts along her body.
Jiva had seemed to be in such high spirits when he had woken Drin up in the morning. The young man had brought the battered girl breakfast, quail eggs which was her favorite and hard to come by! He had even hunted down two rabbits to last her the rest of the day, as he said he had some errands to run. She had laughed at his enthusiasm and didn’t question his intentions, but she figured the man was getting a little stir crazy himself, what with staying within the pack lands for over a week now and tending to her every need. Her needs were few and far in between, but she still felt bad that he invested most of his time in her. However, the mohawked male had assured her time and time again, that he didn’t mind.
Palaydrian couldn’t put up much of a fight when he flashed her his heartwarming smiles or placed gentle kisses on her forehead or cheek, so she just kind of went with it. It felt nice to have someone take care of you, and to be provided for even if you never asked for it. Jiva was very much so attentive to her and made sure she never wanted for anything. She knew she was in love, but she hadn’t said the words since their drunken night in the human town. The young fae was sure he knew how she felt though. What with the slew of affectionate flirtations she threw at him, or the way she nuzzled him every time he brought her back something to eat. He had to know how she felt, it was painfully obvious.
Drin was being “bad” and had left her usual area, the small grove of trees right outside of the communal den, to venture further into the pack territory. More specifically, the Siamese coated fae was retracing the path her love had taken when he carried her back to the den. Drin had been unconscious during the whole ordeal, but once she made it to the border, memories came flying back at her. The lithe optime knelt down in the grass where her blood still stained the dirt and the leather satchel she had made with Jiva weeks ago lay neglected on its side. Her gloved hands lightly grazed over the grass and leaves before they rested on the deerhide bag. That day had been full of pain and anguish, and at the moment she felt empty.
A sickly scent permeated the air here, and she knew it was coming from the bag. Tipping the contents out, moldy berries scattered about in the grass and rested atop of the blood stains. Drin made a disgusted face when she noticed some of the berries were moving, maggots had made their home in the decaying fruit flesh, but other than that, the bag was still usable. She stood up with a sigh and turned away from the scene to walk in the direction of the river without so much as a glance behind her. The back of her hand, wiping away the tears that hadn’t fallen.
By the river, Drin rested in a spot of sun, often frequented by butterflies.. She had washed out the bag, laid it out to dry on a rock, and now she was dipping her large optime feet in the flowing water while the sun warmed her body. Her eyes were closed while she listened to birdsong and relaxed. She vaguely wondered when Jiva would be back, but mostly her thoughts were on the the sounds and smells around her. Lately it seemed all the females in New Dawn were in bloom along with the rest of the flora in the area. The thought made her smile, her home was fertile and she was sure their leaders would be breaking some good news to the pack soon. Will I ever have pups of my own? The golden girl thought to herself, blushing with the idea, but not completely turned off by it. A family of her own...mohawked little monsters. Her thoughts began focusing on love and building families.
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