Ultraviolence; Raul

[Warlight]

There was a connection; her antlers sinking into flesh and the wash of warmth across her face was the last thing she remembered. The whole thing had been little more than a lucid dream, but the feelings - adrenaline,  sickness, satisfaction - were real enough. And the way her bones are aching is definitely real. 

'You liked it,' her mothers' voices scolds in unison across her dreamscape, 'you are a wicked girl who should stay away from her brothers,' they agree. 'Stay in Pangea where you belong.'

Softly, her limbs stir in the dark as the princess awakens. Lifting her head, Will tries to open her eyes, but they remain sealed closed. Thoughts of the chaos and the communal murder return to her, the loose magic and power unlike she had ever seen. Panic grips her and she bolts to her feet, wondering if she has been cursed. Her head jerks forward as she gives a grunt, ashing her face against an outstretched knee. Flakes of dried blood fall around her, her blue-black eyes are finally freed. 

But her vision barely improves. Is it nighttime? Is she in a caver? How did she get here? Where is here? 

There is someone else.

With a snort she narrows her eyes at the form, trying to identify the outline as something tangible. Her feverish, sweaty body suddenly grows unbearably cold and a cascade of shivers wrack her slender frame as she peers at the horse-monster-boulder. Resolute, she spreads her hooves wider, steadying her stance before attempting to speak for the first time in... who knows how long.

"Who are you?" She challenges in a scratchy whisper despite the trembling of her knees. 



OOC - @[Raul] I'm picturing her vision is spotty cause she jumped to her feet, it may not be as dark as she makes it seem, up to you!