"Five...six...seven," Luna counted her wounds as she walked. Most were shallow gashes, but three proved to be very deep, and very painful. The one that climbed her leg, one that ran across her right hip, and one somewhere hidden by the hair on her head. She only knew it was there from the blood that occasionally dripped down into her eye. Normally, she would have made a salve to put on these wounds, but she was walking through a desert at night. Even with her keen senses, there was no way she could have made something up. It made more sense to continue on to the city, to help. Nyx knows how much longer until she would pass out, either from blood loss, hunger, exhaustion, or all three.
That city... she couldn't even remember the name of it. Somehow she knew she was going in the right direction, but would there be guards? How would she get in? Thoughts raced, making her dizziness increase. She put her paw to her temple once more and shook her head. "The city..." she breathed. Her tails lashing behind her, she kept walking. She soon saw lanterns glowing and both excitement and relief washed over her. As she neared the city, she gazed at its sandstone walls, so smooth looking yet grainy to the touch. She wiped blood from her forehead and continued, following the only light she could see- a lantern hanging from a tavern that stuck out to her. She squinted as she made her way to its doors, and as she let herself in, a small smile curled her lips before she stumbled forward to her knees, unaware of both the concerned and pervasive stares that shot in her direction.