Lioness of Prideless
Played by pine

”oh,” she offered in breathy reply, and promptly sat down, the weight of her body having proven too much for her trembling legs to bear. Although she maintained a wariness about her as striped lion drew back, Vëalíre felt some of her tension ease. ”Thank you,” she added belatedly, sage eyes studying the stranger—@Kilian—before her. Here and there, Vëalíre could feel the tightness that accompanies injured flesh—biting cuts upon aching limbs and worn face—but it was the throbbing that resonated across her left shoulder and side that spoke of the worst. With a tiny tilt of her head toward the left, Vëalíre sought her companion’s gaze. ”How bad is it?”
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note, don’t mind the shortness and the bleh-ness!! || vëalíre suffers from a sizable graze spanning her left side, a diagonal cut across her left shoulder, and a variety of cuts and scrapes littering her face and legs.
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