Hell was currently the only word that Organa could describe the situation she was in. Foolishly she had grossly underestimated her opponent when she came face-to-face with one of the Firekin's many guards. What was meant to be a friendly duel quickly became very personal to the other lioness. Unbeknownst to Organa the lioness in the heat of the moment was caught up in her own anger lashing out at her.
Organa was left to live with the brutal results from the Firekin's rage.
Despite the offer of escorting to her to a 'Trusted' medic Organa couldn't bring herself to put that much trust in the same being who almost killed her, and whatever medic she was speaking about. So, she left on her own accord to seek out help elsewhere.
And so here she was, cursing her arrogance and stubbornness for getting her into this mess in the first place. For over a day now she had been struggling to drag herself out of the hot deserts and back to where she had left her companions ironically not too long ago. The gaping wound on her shoulder crippled her to just three legs, on top of it she could feel a cracked rib stab into her lungs with every breath. It was all she could do to keep her breathes short to limit the risks of her rib finally stabbing through her lung. If that happened frankly she was better off finding a decent place to wait out the enviable than struggle to stay alive.
Even so, Organa couldn't shake her growing fear that she had gotten herself in a mess she might not be able to walk away from. One she could admit that she had no one else to blame for it but herself.
It was...humiliating to say the least.
She had meet someone who had not only ******** bested her, but beat her right into the damn ground! She wasn't meant to be the one limping off of the battle field defeated. Defeat was not in her dictionary. It was always victory or death in her pride's eyes. If they could only seen how low the mighty have fallen now. Heh. She had been breed, raised, trained, carefully honed to be the best her pride had to offer to deal with threats against the council and their way of life.
And yet one guard had brought her to her knees.
It was an eye-opener for her and certainly took her nasty attitude down a peg or two. In fact it had taken her whole demeanor down a good couple of notches! If this had proven anything to her is that she wasn't an unstoppable being she had been taught - hell she believed- herself to be. It also proved as well that these low landers had a lot more to themselves hidden underneath their carefree smiles than she had first anticipated.
The whole affair certainly had given Organa much to think about once she wasn't fighting just to stay alive.
Finally she arrived to her destination; When she left this same riverbed just a few days prior she would have laughed if anyone brought up the idea that she'd be dragging herself back to it praying that she wasn't too late. Everything counted on the slim chance that the two males hadn't packed up and moved on already. If they did well.. to put it bluntly she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell.
Standing at the bank of the river her pale eyes frantically scanned the area for signs of life finding nothing but dried twigs and bones. Damn. Damn daMN. DAMN! Nonono, they had to be there. They. Had. To. Be. They were just hiding themselves away from the world again. "MAL! AMADI! I...I need you! Please, please to all gods just come out.... Maaal?! Amadi...?" She waited expectantly for a response. Minutes ticked away with only silence in response to her desperate cries.
After a while her body buckled from under her, finally giving up the ghost. She didn't have the strength or the will to fight her plummet down the bank. Finally rolling to a stop all she could muster was a low groan of pain, followed by a half-hearted roll to get herself off of her wounded shoulder.
Letting out a wary sigh she curled herself up. Gone. They were...gone. They weren't there. The one stroke of luck she was gambling on had fallen through.
What was the point of getting up? Of trying to go any further? It was only going to put her in more pain. It was warm, soft, and relatively comfortable here.
Truly it was a good place to die.
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