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She was beaten and bloody and the air smelled sweet like roses, or maybe it was her blood. Glowstar's body draped over a rock, the taste of blood in her mouth was metallic, crisp and cold. Rake had preferred fresh blood, but she wasn't picky like her befallen husband. She licked her lips, the wounds had been runny, but were drying from the cold. Even wounded she was concretely, undeniably gorgeous. Her auburn fur toppled over cinnamon beachy waves. Her eyes opened to the sound of an approaching cat, her green eyes opened, green eyes so bright they cast light in the dark. A sleepy gaze drifted towards the cat, "Ever dance with darkness at midnight?" She asked, almost hopeful.
It was habit that brought him toward the taste of blood on the wind. He had always thought it would be his undoing, always padding into danger, and yet somehow the old healer had come through it alright. He had lived long enough to retire, and he thought that meant his troubles were over. Oh, how foolish he'd been; but then, whoever expected it would be in their elder moons that the greatest trials would come? Who would expect his life could turn out this way? The Senator never did. He didn't think it possible that his own son, the sweet and soft and nervous one, would turn out to be a mass murderer tearing their clan apart from the inside. He didn't think it possible.... not until the execution, when he saw the wild hatred in his eyes.
Ebonygold was distracted from his thoughts by the sight of the bleeding leader, and her words called him to reality. "I'm afraid not," he replied, shaking his head as he stepped closer to her. "I tend to go to my nest as soon as the sun begins to fall, these days." These few nights, though, he had gotten very little sleep at all. "Are you wounded?" His head tilted to the side as he cast a cursory glance over his adoptive daughter-in-law.
"Yes, I got too tired to go back to camp so I decided I'd either bleed out on this rock or I'll dry up and get back home. Y'know, whichever happens first. But now I have company so I guess you can talk to me so I'm not as bored," Glowstar said, "Who are you? I'm Strikhedoniadalisay. Foxstar's cutest pet, of course," she joked, cracking a smile.
"Oh-- Ebonygold," he introduced, with a polite dip of his head. The tom was of average height and build, cloaked in pure ebony fur, with golden eyes. They were wise eyes -- or maybe that was just the silver on his muzzle that made the old tom look wise. He certainly did not feel very wise in his old age, not when it came to the clan politics that had been absent from most of his life.
"May I take a look at your wounds? I may be able to help enough to get you home." The Senator had mostly refrained from healing since he joined the clan, understanding it was not his place anymore, but moons of work could not be erased from his mind. It was all he knew, in truth; he had been an elder since he joined SunClan, though originally he didn't have the age to reinforce the decision. He didn't have the skills of a hunter or a fighter to fall back on.
Glowstar rolled over onto her back, her belly exposed. Whatever happened she had an unusually large amount of wounds across her stomach and chest. Likely pinned and attacked multiple times. How she won the battle after having been dealt so many hits was unknown. Either way she won the battle somehow. Her breathing was shallow, but she'd make it. The open wounds were the most troubling part. She leaned her head to the side, looking at Ebonygold, "I got knocked out on a rock, the guy luckily was a sicko who liked to kill people nice and slow so when I awoke I killed him. But. He got me pretty good during that time."
