Consta

Currently Resides at PotatoBanana's Lair

“No....NO. NO. NO.” The female Mirror fought the lull of sleep as her consciousness slipped from her grasp. She fought and fought for what seemed like hours until she managed to stand. Blood oozed from the wound in her side, her energy seemed to seep away with it. She managed to get her feet under her. She scanned her surroundings, searching for what had attacked her. She only sensed silence. Her attacker had left her for dead. The female dragon found supplies to treat her wounds and her side was soon bandaged. The mirror searched her memory for a sign of who had attacked her but nothing came to her mind. Her hunger gnawed and her stomach and, despite her throbbing side, crouched to hunt.

After an hour of hunting, the mirror’s meal was ready. Her throbbing side seemed intent on rendering her immobile and had become yet another enemy to her, another entity to ignore. The throbbed subsided as she ate her meal but returned upon any attempt at moving. The mirror noted that the blood seemed to had seeped through the make-shift bandage and went out to replace it, taking her few belongings. She had no intent on returning to her clan.