A pained groan escaped the female as she was dragged along. She was still out, but probably not as out as possible. She couldn't tell that she was being dragged along by the leopard, which was a really, really good thing. She would have utterly freaked out if she had been awake during this. After all, how often does one get mauled by an angry feline and then get dragged away to safety by it? Strange, very strange indeed, but Solitude would deal with the fact that her potential murderer was also going to be her saviour.
Had she been awake, that trail of blood would have worried her to no end. She could just imagine a bunch of hungry animals coming and trying to get her again. She had had enough for one day; heck, she had had enough for a whole life time. Getting attacked by a snow leopard wasn't exactly pleasant, after all. If any more animals came, thinking that she was a meal, she wasn't sure what she would do. First of all, she may not be conscious when and if that happened, and second, her powers weren't the best for fighting. Melting metal could be fun, but bears, mountain lions, wolves, and whatever other carnivores roamed about here were flesh and blood, not metal. Third, she would be far too weak for fight.
Oh, now that was reassuring. She was going to have to depend on the thing that tried to kill her to save her. This was just peachy, splendid, marvelous! And this had all happened on her first day, too. Hopefully Misery's day had gone better... it was highly unlikely that the both of them got attacked. Then again, they were twins, and they had gone through the same experiences all through their lives. Oh, if her older sister got attacked like this... well, Solitude wasn't sure if it would be strange or hilarious.
Since when was violence and pain hilarious, again?
The girl groaned once more, her eyes fluttering open for just a second. Her vision was blurry, and there was a pain in her head like none other. It felt as if an axe had been driven into her skull, followed by a knife. She tried to move her hands up to rub her temples, but she was too weak to move. It was warm in the room, almost as if there was a fire. And, how coincidental, there was a fire, with which he was melting snow to clean her wounds. Solitude hadn't noticed that some of her clothing had been removed, but then again, how could she? Her vision was horrible at the moment to start with.
She tried to stay awake, but it was impossible; the pain was just far too bad. However, right before she went out again, she thought she could make out something or someone stabbing themselves with something. Of course, she didn't realize that this was Snow Paw trying to close the wound on his chest. She hadn't even had time to think over what had just happened before her gray eyes closed. It was unknown when her consciousness would return again, but it was almost certain that she would. Unless, of course, Snow Paw decided he wanted to leave her for dead. Then she might not wake up.
Again, it was a good thing she was out. Staying awake and watching him clean her wounds wouldn't have been one of her favorite experiences. The seventeen year old was used to pain, there was no doubt about it considering her past, but that didn't mean that she liked it. The less of this she felt, the better; it would only add to this strange, horrific occasion. Solitude didn't know where her worst wound was, nor did she want to know. All of them were pretty bad, in her opinion. The wounds on her face, chest, arms, and legs all hurt the same amount, and as long as the pain went away she was sure she would be fine. If it was one thing she hated, it was pain. She didn't want anything getting infected, either. Scars she could deal with, seeing as how she already had plenty of them, but infections and hurt... those were just out of the question.
Solitude's eyes peeped open again when she thought she felt something being pulled in and out of her skin. She looked around the room, narrowing her eyes as she tried to focus. God... I wish I had Miz's glasses... though I doubt they'd help any.... she thought to herself. Oh, even just a simple thought hurt her head! She bit her lip, fighting back a whimper, and looked back to her own body.
She couldn't make anything out still, though it was slightly clearer than before. Someone was leaning over her, and she could feel something in her skin. She had no idea what it was, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to find out. It didn't seem feel good, and she was sure that it wasn't good. For some reason, though, it felt as if this sort of thing had happened to her before. In her current state, however, she couldn't tell exactly what it was.
Her vision became just a tiny bit clearer, and she didn't recognize the person standing over her. How could she, though? Snow Paw was in his human form, and she hadn't seen it until now. She hadn't even thought that he had a human side, seeing as how he had been so absolutely vicious earlier. When an animal is that dangerous, how could one even try to think that they had the smallest bit of intelligence within them? Solitude had believed Snow Paw to be nothing more than a ferocious beast, and yet here he was, cleaning her wounds and sewing some of them shut with his hair.
An inquisitive eyebrow raised, but barely; she was too weak to even do a simple motion such as that. She wanted to know who he was and where they were, but a raise of her eyebrow would have to suffice for now, since she was in no position to use her voice just yet.