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Walking anywhere at night can be risky in Destiny City, but tonight it’s not being attacked by some punk in a strange outfit. The squeaking above you is a dead giveaway that you’re not going to have a good night. Perhaps you remember the flock of bats that swarmed down on Destiny City last year; if you’re lucky, this is your first time being attacked by one. Thankfully it seems like a lone bat has made its way out of whatever cave they’ve moved from, but this thing is giant. It has a six foot wingspan. Does the bat fly away without harassing you? Do you fight it? If it scratches you, you walk away fine, but if it bites you then you can expect a rough time. Being bitten by these bats leaves two small marks that will itch for a few hours. Then, exhaustion and fatigue sets in and you become extremely sensitive to external stimulus; skin feels like it becomes overheated in sunlight, bright lights are painful to the eyes, and smells and sounds can seem overwhelming. The victim will feel constantly cold and hungry, no matter how much they eat or drink. They may also be prone to agitation and bouts of violence. These afflictions may last only a few hours or a few days and then suddenly disappear.
She hated this.
That was Mordred’s entire all encompassing thought as she sat outside a café in bright daylight of a fine, crisp, bright, picture perfect autumn day. She was bundled up to the nines and cat dad Arthur’s insistence due to the possibility of her being petulant and staying out after dark, (yet again, to his ever lasting loathing of the thought of her being hurt so majorly once again (emphasis her own)), and as she sat at the café bundled into almost too many layers than was reasonable, Mordred let her seething rage and loathing of life be focused on a singular thing.
The fact that she wasn’t allowed to henshin.
Not until she could walk without crutches at least. Her leg was healing nicely as far as the doctors were concerned, and while many were completely taken back by how fast she was healing, they would take it given the vast extent of her injuries. Broken knee was one of the worst, but the pins in her leg also attested to the fact that the general who’d attacked her and Icarus had wanted to maim her. Make it so she’d never walk again. Actually, he’d planned to kill her and god only knew what else before the final blow, but maim was up there. She should have just considered herself lucky that it was just one leg and not both. She should have considered herself extremely lucky they had even let her out of the hospital. Even if she sat directly said hospital because they kept her and no, she was still not allowed to go home properly. She had for all of one day in order for her to ‘try and not have a night terror’. Staff hadn’t expected it and someone new of shift had cleared it. Later they’d call it a mistake. She’d liked being home, immobile as she was, it was still a home.
But even with all his fancy skills at computers, with all his ability to make calls, Arthur, her legal guardian on paper, he was a cat. And cats did not have grounds to sign release forms or cow hospital staff to release her. And after night 3 of Mordred wobbling outside to sit in the cold night air, staff had agreed she could go out, under supervision and at certain times and please little miss pendragon stop trying to walk and go places youre giving the nurses heart attacks when you go missing.
After last night and the giant bat attack, she was sure night walks were far out of the question now. It wasn’t a youma, but it was inhumanly large and obviously not a fruit bat given the face shape and lack of sub tropical clime. It hadn’t bitten her but rather the busty nurse and a part of Mordred thought the woman deserved it. She’d ignored Mordred asking to go inside leaving the girl to wheelchair her way back. Now the nurse was out sick. Served her right.
