Svara felt her mother roll off of her a whimper of pain escaped her maw as she clutched her hands to her shredded eyes. She could feel the blood drip from the wounds burning and burning. She would cry but the tears would only make this pain worse. Even through her pain she expected her mother to come again to finish what she had started, but her scent drifted away with the sound of her foot steps. Her brother had been right, this had only ended in darkness.
Putting her hand on the ground she tried to get up, her balance was off but she got to her feet. Her legs trembled and her other hand was kept to her eyes, blood running down her face and cheeks. The young she wolf felt fear and panic building up in her gut. Her eyes wouldn't open, her eyes wouldn't stop hurting. Falling back to the ground Svara wailed her hands kept to her eyes. She knew that this couldn't be taken back. The worst was she was all alone and couldn't help herself. She knew the herbs and things she needed to do, but she couldn't find them or use them with out her vision. The red she wolf felt like death was better then this punishment.
OOC: This thread is open for someone to find Svara but they are not to know who did this to her >D
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