Quote Rosethorn:<br/>The cold air pierced Maeredâ€™s lungs. A grimace marred her delicate features as the cold wind slapped her raw wounds. The rain smattered the ground around her. Joining with her blood it seeped into the earth. But the great mother was kind. The cold was numbing her limbs. She pulled her hand up to her face. Staring at it. An ugly claw now. A symbol she thought for the nation. It had been wounded deeply. As had she.<br/><br/>She heard the voices of the nation fading. Where they leaving or was she dying? Death would be a mercy she thought staring at her ragged form. But no she knew she was not dying. She felt the rock beneath her head finally pierce the skin. Another hole. The blood welled in her mouth slowly. She wondered if someone would ever find her or if she would just lie here until she returned to the great mother.<br/><br/>She felt time dragging. Her body becoming weary. Weak from blood loss and shock she could not resist the temptations of sleep for long. She felt her limbs slowly deaden as her mind began to cloud over. Screams broke through the numbness, as she was about to go under. Ah she had finally been discovered. Maered wondered what she must look like to others. Her dark mangled body would be the thing of nightmares she guessed.<br/><br/>Black fur matted with dirt and grime. An ear and most fingers torn off. She probably wouldnâ€™t even look alive to most. Perhaps they would just leave her? She would die either way. But she wanted to be buried with the nation. At least she would have that if they found her.<br/><br/>She heard the people running now. How much longer would it be? She opened her mouth hoping for a sound. But none came. It was no surprise but she thought perhaps the sprits would have given her one thing. She had never been lucky however. And with that thought she succumbed to the darkness and let herself slip into sleep.