Fall 89th, 511 AV Every small twitch of her wing felt like some form of fire. Hot blood coursed down the thin membrane, sticking and matting in the black fur, pumping from a torn blood vessel. It was a terrible ache, a soreness that caused her great frustration. She wished she could wrench out the little pin stuck in her wing, but a small part of her bent on saving as much of her as she could resented the fact that tearing out the arrow could harm her and perhaps cripple that part of her wing. She would not admit that she was afraid of losing such a crucial part of her. Zith were not allowed to show fear by default. She had to be strong for the colony, a fierce fighter to earn her mate one day and bring in an even stronger generation of Zith. Where would her colony be if they were all fearful little rodents crawling in their caves and hiding from the world above? They would not be worth their wings. Flexing her wing again, she hissed in discontent at it, trying to menace it into submitting and ending the pain it presented for her enjoyment. Usually, she enjoyed the feeling of blood and the clawing of her skin, but this was just too much. There wasn’t even a good fight to go with how she got the wound. There was her, flying in the sky above Sunberth like she enjoyed doing at night to find her prey, and some frightened nitwit had shot at her. He disappeared before she found him, but he had left his arrow in the fold of her wing to scratch at her hide and gnaw at the nerves there. The Zith lashed out at the nearest pile of garbage, her claws slicing into it and sending waste flying before her fist hit the wall and a series of cracks followed the contact her fist shared with the vertical surface. In shock and anger, she screeched and stepped back, feeling tears of rage beginning to well in her eyes before she blinked them away, consumed with the need to stop herself from attacking something else that would break her bones. She detested this city and its foul inhabitants. Her thoughts sunk into rage-filled madness as she slunk away to the darkness to tend to herself and try to figure out a way to function without causing her body more pain. |