<strong> Sorcha in the infermary</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/>Her mate was no longer there now, and her hut felt cold even upon the skins, yet the wolves grew louder calling to her and the sound of metal ran in the picts ears. Sorcha twitched again in her drug induced state still unaware of the new comer, again she mumbled something though to any it would sound like gibberish for who would understand her barbaric tongue.<br/><br/>In her mind with the wolfskin wrapped about her she left her hut, and she saw it again, the hydra, the beast that disturbed the sleeping ones beneath the earth. Sorcha saw them too the men of metal, they wore many skins and colours but wore the bloody sign of death, but not of good death for the ravens would not eat those that had fallen to her tribe…to her land, they would rot there and spoil the land and earth yet further…<em>only stones remain…</em><br/><br/>She saw it again; the blood in the snow, yet all the snow became as red. Her skin, the wolf skin had became a part of her and she ran to the howling ran to be somewhere safe. Yet the jewel and corrupt creature tried to catch her. However the ravens and the eagles called and gave her wings so she might fly, yet still she had to see more.<br/><br/>Suddenly Sorcha flew high, within the cold grey skies but she had to go further for she had to see more, had to understand. Everywhere it seemed the metal men touched became as vile blood, even there own barren lands was covered with it, with death…with treachery, and it scared her. In time the corruption of the beast would even destroy itself, but for now all she wanted was to aid her own lands and to warn them.<br/><br/>Finally the pict was dropped still in her skin in the place they had brought her and even there it seemed the monster existed, she could feel it rumbling beneath the earth, it would soon rear its head on this terrible bloody land. Yes even here the sand was coated in blood. As the sun set coated it further in red.<br/><br/>Then she rose from the table and grabbed the arm of Autolyucs,<em>Please help me, please, I have to return. My land is blood and a monster is there the same one that is here. It is sick, all is sickness and they will die. Only stones…crumbling fire…</em>She became more incoherent or at least would have if he understood the words she spoke. It was then that she fell back on the table twitching somewhat. All in the room at least could hear the fear and desperation within her voice. She was rather panicked. On the table in the blood that had been there Sorcha had drawn patterns and swirls.<br/>