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[Slowly, as she had calmed, all of her humanoid features had returned to her. She did not know how long it had been, how many days, if it had been longer than that. Everything blurred together in her mind, even though she'd calmed it from the frenzied anger and pain to the dull ache.
Still hooded, though, and still blind, still scentless. The hood was dry and crusted with blood, tight on her neck and chafing, but she couldn't reach it, couldn't get it off with her wrists bound, ankles shackled. And she wouldn't allow anyone close enough to get it off, to dry the crusted blood on her face, her nose full of the smell of it.
Some came, every now and then, but she didn't respond, but she thought she might today, or the next day. Some time. The warden had come, and told her, of a court, and a date, but she didn't listen. She was waiting for his lovely, nose clogging scent to come close enough for her to bite. A low grind of her teeth, and her empty eye sockets blinked.
She was regrowing them.]
Still hooded, though, and still blind, still scentless. The hood was dry and crusted with blood, tight on her neck and chafing, but she couldn't reach it, couldn't get it off with her wrists bound, ankles shackled. And she wouldn't allow anyone close enough to get it off, to dry the crusted blood on her face, her nose full of the smell of it.
Some came, every now and then, but she didn't respond, but she thought she might today, or the next day. Some time. The warden had come, and told her, of a court, and a date, but she didn't listen. She was waiting for his lovely, nose clogging scent to come close enough for her to bite. A low grind of her teeth, and her empty eye sockets blinked.
She was regrowing them.]