Black As Blood

[Luna]

Kom woda ‘so gyon op, gon woda ‘so kom daun

from water we are born, to water we return

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ourneys to land were rare. Particularly for the leader of Floukru. Luna knew the risks of discovery. She was not meant to be alive, and yet she was. The risk of discovery was all the stronger now as the blood seeped from her leg. The increasingly difficulty in walking posed, as Luna tried to limp forward. She could not lift the fabric to inspect the wound.

Not until she was in a secure and sheltered area. She however kept glancing down, checking to make sure the blood had not stained through. It just dampened the cloth, easily mistaken for a deep red. For now. Drawing slow breaths to attempt to calm herself, she looked around the heavily wooded area. She did not know her way around, but nor was she lost. She just needed to find shelter to inspect the severity of this. It was hindering each step so perhaps, that was telling enough. Not to mention the unusual haziness that filled her. Poison? Blood loss? She was unsure.

She placed a hand on the trunk of a tree to keep herself braced; to use the piece of nature as support. A nearby sound however caused her to spin around, dagger clutched in her hand as she held it out in front of her. There was someone approaching; someone near. Someone who . . . could discover her true identity. Her heart flooded with fear while she maintained a composed demeanour. If fate was kind, it would be a passerby who held no interest in a woman. She tried to stand up straighter, trying to show that she was not hurt as her eyes locked onto the approaching steps that drew nearer.

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we've all got  a monster inside of us
we're responsible for what is does when we let it out

Lincoln needed food and other supplies which saw him out hunting with spear in one hand, dagger in his belt and mostly decked out in his gear. This was so others would see him and go the other way if they weren't inclined to deal with the intimidating man. So far he hadn't seen anyone else which suited him well. He didn't enjoy violence and so he relied on his tall stature to diffuse any potential situation yet that didn't always work.

As he moved through the woods, keeping eye and ear out, something on the ground caught his attention. From the way the prints in the dirt and dust appeared, someone was injured. No blood drops though which could only mean they were well bandaged. And as much as he was going to turn and leave them be, he knew he couldn't do that. Check it out, see if he could help and then carry on his merry way as he had been doing all his life.

He didn't expect it to be Luna. He got closer, his steps heavy so he wouldn't be too much of a surprise, his spear still in hand more of a habit now than actually going to stab someone. Once she was in sight did his spear drop a little, worry etched in his features and wondering what she was doing here. Shouldn't she be on the rig? "Luna?" He had to confirm it, make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"You're injured. And injures out here can be fatal." His way of saying he would help, without actually saying he would help. Typical.

Luna