There was this unendurable burning feeling in my heart when I was carried into Vůdce's tent whilst I was fighting for my life that I shall never forget, an unpleasant stabbing sensation within bound me when I drowsily beheld the grief-stricken face of my male which was illuminated to me by the moon that seemed to mourn with him for later on that dreadful night her light had dimmed and the glistening stars hid to Phobos's distress and his neverending howls of agony as though he was the one who was wounded.
Despite the pain of my flesh all I kept crying out was his name begging the leader of females to bring him inside, for I was terrified it would be the last I would be able to see him for a while. My soul never ceased summoning my mate even when she uncovered my bruised neck and prepared it for healing.
