MELITA
The pain is all consuming and Melita struggles to think clearly through it, her leg twitching as she tries to pull it out of the trap; of course each tug only sunk the teeth in further. When Amalia comes after what feels like an eternity, sets her free, she nearly cries in relief. Swiftly she frees herself, clutching at her leg and feeling hot blood leak through her fingers.
But there is only so much feeling sorry for herself she can do. With gulping breaths as if taking in the air for comfort she rips the seam of her skirt, managing with some effort to take out a piece of fabric big enough to wrap around her leg and pull tight. Instantly the cloth turns red and she knows from experience the wound will not be pretty, but she has never cared about that.
It is a miracle she notices it in her pain, but Melita freezes as she hears the rustling. "Amalia, let's go to the cottage. Now." It will not be a quick walk, not with her leg in the condition it is, but she starts anyway, determinedly limping towards the light, balancing herself on trees.
But there is only so much feeling sorry for herself she can do. With gulping breaths as if taking in the air for comfort she rips the seam of her skirt, managing with some effort to take out a piece of fabric big enough to wrap around her leg and pull tight. Instantly the cloth turns red and she knows from experience the wound will not be pretty, but she has never cared about that.
It is a miracle she notices it in her pain, but Melita freezes as she hears the rustling. "Amalia, let's go to the cottage. Now." It will not be a quick walk, not with her leg in the condition it is, but she starts anyway, determinedly limping towards the light, balancing herself on trees.
