Disorientation due to blood lose and being overall overwhelmed with what had just transpired would be Aviias's killer on this day. Her violet gaze was black around the edges and almost completely hazy as her conscious desperately kept from wavering too long and causing the tiny girl to collapse. But her strength was waning, dripping away with her blood and being devoured like a meal to a starving animal by her body just to keep moving. She had bought herself more time in her disoriented state by clotting the bleeding on her larger wounds with moss she had stumbled upon by the lake, her healing ways had kicked in and allowed her to remember that it would soak up the blood and create a clot, stopping the bleeding. The moss had since fallen away as she limped desperately forward, wanting to return to the safety of the trees but really just hoping to get anywhere safe, anywhere she could get help.

Her mind was in tatters, trying to pick up the pieces of the attack and put them together to create a whole image of understanding as to why the male had attacked, but the pieces weren't fitting together right. It had to do with angels, that much she knew, but she was no angel, only friends with a few of them. He had been confused, talking to wolves that weren't there and then attacking Aviias, blaming the nonexistent wolves for his actions. Her scent had tricked him into believing she was an angel and that had been her only flaw, her only mistake other than approaching the stranger in the first place. She couldn't figure out why he and so many others hated angels, to the point of attacking strangers or even taking their home from them. It was such a diluted mindset, one full of hate, she simply couldn't understand.

Slowly she limped on, each movement causing pain to shoot through her body, her muscles aching from fatigue. The tiny girl was weak and vulnerable, likely to fall over and die any second if she couldn't get to help quick enough. But that was the problem, getting to help when her mind was so clouded she had no idea which direction she was going, let alone how to get anywhere for help. All the young healer knew was that she needed to keep moving forward, sooner or later she would run into someone, into a pack line. It was like life has decided that loosing two imprints was not hard enough on the young, sweet girl, that she needed to suffer further. The harsh reality of the world was that kindness and innocence was almost always polluted, beaten, and abused.

Her body was in tatters. Her neck had been ripped open, fangs having barely missed vital arteries, her windpipe, and her vocal cords. He had not stopped there though, his fangs had torn her chest to shreds, his claws mauling her sides and legs. Even if she knew how to fight back properly, there was nothing she could have done to save herself. He was far bigger, far stronger, far more experienced in fighting and mauling. All she could do was run when he had given her the opening, used her small speed to get away on pure adrenaline. Adrenaline had carried her far, but it had since run out and now she was running on pure will power, the will to live for her friends, for her deceased adoptive mother, for herself.

It seemed her mind subconsciously remembered where they had gone the last time she was attacked and had brought her there once more. She collapsed upon Diveen's border, her body draped over it like a rag doll. She didn't know that Achille's had taken over, but she did know that she smelled Guardian, her new friend. Aviias couldn't wrap her head around it, he didn't live in Diveen anymore, he had been kicked out, yet his scent was fresh within its borders. It filled her with hope, he was here for whatever reason and he could help her. Though panting breathes she mustered enough air to let out a howl, a call to Guardian yet the desperation in it's notes a cry for anyone to come. As her call ended, she fell unconscious, body desperately trying to gain enough strength to fix itself, to keep her alive, to keep infection it couldn't fight off if it took hold out. She needed help. She needed a hero. She needed Guardian.

(Oh my what have I done, I have been cruel to my babies once more ;-; but for reasons this time! Obviously she needs help, so a healer would be a nice addition to this thread though its open to all as long as not too many people come in.)