Still dripping with the blood from her wounds, the werewolf kept switching between wolf and girl, as if her body couldn't decide what would survive longer if she ran. In her human forme, a bandage covered the entire right-side and bottom most of her face, only showing her left eye. But as a wolf, every scar on her was visible. The sadist felt no pain, just weakness. Pure, utter weakness.
Finally, she decided to rest. To work her already fading body was useless. She had done so before, only to have Toshiro stop her and drag her home on his back. She found a rather soft area to rest, sitting down and pulling off her bandages, showing the not only burned areas of her face, but the scars. A sigh escaped her lips. Surely resting in her human form would be a bit more easier. Well, she was kidding herself. Nothing could make the fae rest easier. She closed her eyes, her voice raspy. "Dammit." she murmured coarsely.
Looking down at her wound, Hanagata did something she usually wouldn't do. Wiping her hand across the wound, she took her hand to her mouth, licking the droplets of blood from it. Hanagata gagged at the taste of her own blood, craving human food, or the taste of a caribou. Hell, anything was better then the lingering taste in her mouth.
She re-wrapped her wound, licking the rest of the blood off. She closed her turquoise and liquid gold eyes, pulling a kunai from her boots. Her eyes slowly reopened.
"What the hell am I doing? I'm from a family descent of Shinobi and Kunoichi. I shouldn't just be laying around." she growled to herself. A sharp pain in her head told her otherwise.
Although the fae couldn't feel pain, it was a different kind of pain. The pain of a voice speaking to her from another realm. It happened often, and Hanagata despised every living second it did. She shifted into her wolf form once more, the voice disappearing from her head.
Like the voice said, she would just lay there, until she either died, or someone came around.
Finally, she decided to rest. To work her already fading body was useless. She had done so before, only to have Toshiro stop her and drag her home on his back. She found a rather soft area to rest, sitting down and pulling off her bandages, showing the not only burned areas of her face, but the scars. A sigh escaped her lips. Surely resting in her human form would be a bit more easier. Well, she was kidding herself. Nothing could make the fae rest easier. She closed her eyes, her voice raspy. "Dammit." she murmured coarsely.
Looking down at her wound, Hanagata did something she usually wouldn't do. Wiping her hand across the wound, she took her hand to her mouth, licking the droplets of blood from it. Hanagata gagged at the taste of her own blood, craving human food, or the taste of a caribou. Hell, anything was better then the lingering taste in her mouth.
She re-wrapped her wound, licking the rest of the blood off. She closed her turquoise and liquid gold eyes, pulling a kunai from her boots. Her eyes slowly reopened.
"What the hell am I doing? I'm from a family descent of Shinobi and Kunoichi. I shouldn't just be laying around." she growled to herself. A sharp pain in her head told her otherwise.
Although the fae couldn't feel pain, it was a different kind of pain. The pain of a voice speaking to her from another realm. It happened often, and Hanagata despised every living second it did. She shifted into her wolf form once more, the voice disappearing from her head.
Like the voice said, she would just lay there, until she either died, or someone came around.