just a day at a time {Sorrel & Carbon day 2}

[Knuckles]

s o r r e l j e s s a m i n e

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She runs, feet pounding through the snow until she can't run anymore. Ribs ache begging for a break, each breath catches in the back of her throat. Frigid air sets her lungs on fire, and all Sorrel can do is lean forward with her hands on her knees sucking in as much air as possible. The echoing of a broken heart throbs in her mind, and cheeks burn red. This place is a nightmare, and losing a friend because she made a mistake is the worst nightmare of all.

It's impossible to know what she did wrong, and the idea of messing everything up sets heavily on her mind. It's a weight she doesn't want to carry, yet Sorrel knows the only option is to keep it there so nobody can steal her away again.

Every muscle quivers, and it's cold, and all she knows to do is to keep going. Like the cold nights back home when the snow covered the ground, stopping only led to death, and stopping now would also lead to death. But it's hard to move. Every bone aches. Her hands are stiff, and her fingers are burning, and keeping them warm is becoming an impossible task. This place isn't meant to survive, and right now all she wants is to cover up and find a place to hide.

She doesn't even know where Carbon is, or if he's still alive, yet it doesn't matter to her. Clearly he didn't want her around, and if that was the case all he had to do was say something. Caring isn't a weakness, but he made it seem that way. All he cared about was himself. Nothing matters anyway.

All it takes is another step, and she's crashing down beside a tree. If Masau wasn't at her side, Sorrel would certainly perish, but the faithful wolf walks up and sits beside her, and all she can do is hide her face in his fur and sob. This isn't how she wants to die, however, it's better than going on knowing she's made a mess of things. She only hopes her family understands that all she can do is take this one day at a time.

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collects 2 salve jars, and needle and thread

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"Tux. Good boy... let me lean on you for a little longer." Tux's strength guides me further then I would have had if I had been alone. Allowing me to reserve myself a little bit makes it so that I can travel to find Sorrel. What she didn't know was the blood trail that she made for me, however the drips were far apart, I was able to find her. Her wolf was noticed first and my own wolf seemed to whine lightly seeing the heap in the distance and a smile drew upon my face. The familiar face and gentle soul that got condemned with me here. The kind person I yelled at not long ago that made tears fall down her face as she took off before I did the unthinkable to a living creature.

My mind is still reeling as is the memory of the wound on my stomach and the sight of it. I clutch at my stomach again, and as I open my mouth to yell out to her, a canon booms within the arena and I stop where I am. Is she dead... did she -

I let go of Tux and run, forgetting everything about myself. I trudge forward through the snow and start to get closer. "Sorrel... Sor? SOR!" I miss my footing right before I get to her and fall into the snow and my hands dig into the icy temp. "Sor, I'm sorry!" It all comes out at once as I crawl up to her wolf, hesitating thinking that Masau was covering up her body. Maybe the wolf craved her blood or maybe the blood loss?

Blood loss can do crazy things to a person.

"Please don't leave me-" The whispers come out when I notice her tears on her face still. I notice her open eyes and her breathing and I catch myself off guard thinking that she was dead and that canon was for her. "You're okay?! Tux - she's okay!"

Tux comes over to me, nudging me once again and I use him for support to stand and greet Sorrel. My overjoyed heart leaps. "I couldn't let you stay - I didn't want you to see me kill some innocent creature - I didn't want you to get hurt -"