5th day of Summer, 508AV
Her cutlass dripped blood as did the gash on her side which Billie was attempting to stem by holding cloth to it and applying pressure. The damned wolf was still only young, but it sure sunk it’s petching teeth in. This would leave a mark. She half sat, half slumped across her horse. She felt dizzy, but she had to get as close to the next city as she could. Was she even going in the right direction? She couldn’t think when the pain was this intence.
This was ridiculous, at this point she was bound to fall off. She pulled on the horses’ halter and uttered the command to make the beast stand still “Whoa…” She muttered. The beast whinnied a complaint but stopped. Billie got off, holding onto the beast’s back for support, keeping adiquite pressure on the wound she took a swig of water and sat down to take a look at the damage “Petching great” She yelled loudly as she took a look at the wound which was still weeping thick red blood. It hurt, to put it lightly. In fact the intensity of the pain threatened to knock her out, especially when she looked at it. It was nauseating.
She took off her shirt, revealing a white singlet and tied it around the wound, pressing down firmly and wincing as that made the pain triple in strength. She couldn’t do anything until the blood decided it was good and ready to start clotting. It was still early morning, and she was wasting good travel time and probably attracting more predators with the smell of blood. The birds were chirping loudly in the tress above her head, just waking up and laughing cruelly at her. She preferred the city life to this traveling business. She just wanted to get to Zeltiva already, but right now her health took top priority. Although she couldn’t exactly do much herself. So she sat tight, nurcing the wound and trying to bite down on the pain.