<strong>Name:</strong>Senadra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Just within the Macedon Border<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone who is nearby (as well as anything with a sensitive enough nose to catch strong blood scents carried on the wind)<br/><br/>Senadra wasn't sure how long they had been flying for, now...it seemed like forever, and the worry of being chased was still fresh on her mind.  One thing was for certain, however...the wyvern she had taken was exhausted.  They had to land, and she knew it...but where?  Where would be a safe place to rest?  Not to mention...would the wyvern even let her ride it again, after it had regained some of its strength?  Provided she even survived these injuries, anyway...<br/><br/>It took her several moments of looking around to see a clearing in the woods, just a bit of a ways away from what looked to be a road of some sort.  As good a place as any, she supposed...she directed the wyvern to land, using her one still good arm and her knees.  It was a clumsy landing, one that was definitely audible...but it didn't seem to have caused further injury to the wyvern, who practically collapsed from exhaustion.  Senadra herself let out a small scream of agony from how jarring the landing was, her left shoulder flaring with anewed pain.  After taking several breaths and waiting for both the dizziness and the searing pain to ebb, she slowly worked on climbing off the wyvern's back, intent on assessing its total injuries first...this caused the dizziness to come back again.  She had probably lost quite an amount of blood, she reckoned.  The wyvern was thankfully too exhausted to care right now, though this was the first time it got a clear look at her.  After a few moments of examination, she determined that its worst injuries were from when it crashed before she found it.  She gently ran her hand along the side of its face, whispering soothingly to it and letting it know it was going to be okay.<br/><br/>Once that had been done...she grabbed the iron axe she had taken off a corpse in the process of her escape, gripping it tightly in her good hand as she moved to go sit against the nearest tree.  She then winced in pain as she tried to examine her own injuries...she knew she had been hit pretty good by an axe in the left shoulder...she supposed it might not be as lethal as she was worried about, if she were still alive.  Provided the bleeding could be stopped, anyway...after setting the axe aside and looking around, she grabbed the nearest stick that seemed sturdy enough, and put it between her teeth to grit down on.  She then proceeded to tear off a piece of her tattered and bloody rags that she was wearing, and did her best to cram it into the injury to try and at least slow the flow of blood.  It was excruciatingly painful...but she hoped it would do something, at least.  That having been done, she spit the stick out and focused on breathing.  Her breaths came heavy and labored.  She just closed her eyes and leaned back, trying to stay as comfortable as possible.  She also kept an ear open for potential danger, her grip returning to the axe once more.  If her former captors caught up to her...she didn't intend to let them take her alive.