[i]Shit.[/i]

Kali repeated that particular curse in her head as she limped through the forest, leaving an obvious blood trail behind her. She probably shouldn't have been careless enough to leave behind that obvious of a trail- but she had little time or energy to bind up the gash on her left thigh. Not to mention supplies. Damnit, she wished that pack hadn't gotten stolen. Son of a whore. Though she probably shouldn't be judging. After all, she was a daughter of a whore herself. 

They had ambushed her. Saw a seemingly helpless girl walking along the roadside, and decided to help themselves to her meager pack of food and supplies. And her body, perhaps. But little did they know, that 'girl' that they'd decided to attack could easily best most of them in a fight. And she had, using her fists and the trusty dagger at her side. Though, she hadn't defeated them. Just stabbed and punched enough to be able to get away. 

She held a hand to her bleeding eye, wincing. Damn. They had gotten her good. She held the hand away from her face, examining it. It was absolutely soaked in blood. Great. Just great. Now it was time for her to lay down and die-

Was that a cart?!

Sure enough, in the distance, Kali spotted a wooden cart bumping along the road. Her expression widened into a grin, and she hissed at the  sudden pain. She could definitely take a free ride in that thing! Perhaps she could take a well-need nap- oh, wait. She was injured. Right. Didn't negate the need for a free ride, though.

Slowly, Kali limped over to the vehicle, doing her best to scramble into it. She crawled towards the front, where she found a nice burlap sack of apples to rest her head on. Yeah, that made a good pillow. And so, the dark-skinned girl yawned and fell into her dreams.