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Breath plumed from flared nostrils, she lay there, slumped and awkward. Long legs jutting in every direction, a front right tucked beneath her chest, the front left jutting out and half crooked at the bend. Rear legs kicked out to the side. Eyes blinked wildly as the smell of blood suddenly hit her as a stark reality set in ─ her blood. Against the white rolling fields Freydis was in a pool of her own blood. Wait...blood. How could this be. Her; daughter of Eikthyrnir did not bleed. The girl snorted, violently pushing the air through her nose in panicked defiance as the pain began to settle in as consciousness sunk its teeth into her.
Wild wide eyes looked to scan over her own body, seeking the source of her wound. She was tucked up against a patch of sole trees among the meadows, and apparently had collided with them in whatever fashion she ended up here. One of her rear legs was skewered, a large branch jutting through the flesh and muscle low on her left thigh. The woman blinked, staring in disbelief at the tragic injury splinters spiking out in every direction before casting her pale eyes out against the empty and vast world before her. At least she wasn't actively bleeding, the branch keeping her apparently now vital fluids inside. But utterly alone ─ and knowing she might summon something unfavorable she made a decision on pure chance.
She would part her lips and make a piercing bugle sending the sound as far as she could.
❝ speech ❞