The world all around her was... hazy... to say the least. The sky was obscured by branches overhead, or atleast, what she could only assume were branches, all that she could make out was a blurry mass of merging greens and browns. The trees all around her looked darker than usual, more... intrusive... more obstructive... as if they were trying to crowd in towards her, cage her in. The ground beneath her feet was soft and sucked at her hooves, threatening to pull her in, pull her under and never let go. The doe herself, wasn't a pretty sight either. Her coat, dull green as it was normally was an even more drab shade lilting into tones of grey. Her scales were chipped and cracked as if she had suffered a thorough beating, whether through abuse or simply nature's beating, only she could know. Getting her to talk would be another matter though. Her fur was tangled and matted, covered in mud and smothered in blood. Patches of burgundy scabs covered her sides and limbs, only broken up by sparse glimpses of grey-green, or otherwise to a thick crimson paste that slowly oozed out from inside. Her head hung low, almost grazing the ground as she hunkered along, obviously straining with each and every step. Surely no living thing could survive such a state of being; she was Death walking.
