NO. NO. WHERE'S YOUR FACE?
WHERE'S YOUR BONES?
WHERE'S YOUR VOICE?

Oh. There it is!

Well, it wasn't exactly... a voice.
It was a broken, echoing vile roar that barely clawed it's way out of her spiderweb-filled throat, impaling itself on her exposed glistening teeth. Along with the dragging, pitch-challenged string of syllables, spit and phlegm shot out of Ajax's mouth like fire from a canon - burning as she emptied her stomach onto the ground. HORRIBLE.

Bile and chunks of half-digested meat, a few berries. Delicious.
Gagging again, Ajax walked - well, she stumbled, staggered away from the pile of her stomach's previous tenants.

A trail of spit, opalescent multi-colored shimmering saliva trailed off of her jaws, which were wide open and gaping. The dangling pendulum of spit swung back and forth, back and forth with each irregular intake and outtake of Ajax's shallow breath. Her neck strained, slowly rotating her narrow sunken face back and forth across the landscape. Staring - no, staring is too tame a word - glaring into the distant sky that bled itself into the sunrise. Empty infected cuts of bright yellow rose stealthily into the sky, bringing with them light. Ajax hissed. Glowing, pulsing claw-marks of daylight slowly widening and taking over the sky.
It was horrible. HORRIBLE.

What was?
WHAT WAS?
FUCK. IT'S OBVIOUS. (Or it should be. Pay attention.)
The sun.
SUN.

SUN.

SUN.

HORRIBLE.
More bile rose in her throat now, but there was nothing left to hack up except for a few more chunks of meat that hid behind her teeth and in her cheeks. More spit and digestive juices overflowed her now tightly-clamped shut lips as pain wracked through her head, fire-bursts of red exploding spasmodically behind her eyelids as she tried to keep them clamped as tight as her lips - away from the sun. Lowering her head, Ajax pinned her ears to her skull and fished out the rogue pieces of mostly-digestive flesh with her tongue, re-swallowing them quickly. It went down easy. Easier than the first time, at least.

The sun was rising higher in the sky now, at least half of it, maybe more, peeking up over the mountains in the distance. Shrieking, Ajax cursed her brother. He God-damned Warbler. For leaving her all on her own, under a fucking berry bush of all places, to go out and play. And leave her... what? At the mercy of the sun? Bastard! Fucking unbelievable bastard!

In her anger, Ajax's grey-blue hued wings shot out at her sides, creating a rush of wind behind her. Her neck swung back spastically, trying to hide behind the feathers, hide from the sun as her eyes burned, seemingly sank back into her skull, spinning and trying to escape the harsh reality of night and day. Failing miserably at creating herself a shield of pigeon-feathers, Ajax contorted, arching her spine, kicking herself off the ground and into the air. Up off the ground, she turned away from the sun. But of course, disoriented as she was, still wailing miserably, babbling about this that and the other thing, she flew about as good as she walked.

(which was not well at all)

Swerving back and forth, her head rolled back and she plummeted, her wings getting ripped upwards, her body spinning as she hit the ground.

Now. I'll never pretend to be good at math. But, it seems that I may possess just the tiniest bit of common sense. About a hundred pounds of wolf (wings included), added to the force of gravity, and the accumulated momentum from what was at least a twenty-foot drop.... well, it can generally amount to something bad. If not something interesting.

Her eyes closed, on the ground, the same pitiful cry was still keening highly deep from in Ajax's throat, the shrill cries of pain constant, unmoving. Her wings hurt - the rush of the fall having rotated them nearly out of their sockets, her ribs on the left side throbbing through her thin skin.
More nausea swept over Ajax as she tried to get up, but then simply stopped, relinquishing herself to the sun, the horrible, horrible sun.

Or.... maybe not?

Her eyes wide now - she wasn't even trying to keep the damned sun, her pupils were obnoxiously wide, almost completely covering her bright, acid-green irises.
There was shadow, just yards away from her. Cast from a large rock. She could see it, straining her eyes, reeling dizzily as constant shots of pain traveled through the nerves in her eyes to her brain, making her want to cry out again. But now she was silent, hope blooming in her chest, and she wriggled her way piteously forward in the grass. Standing up shakily, she whined, jarred by the sudden movement. Whining loudly, her spit-coated tongue lolled out of her mouth as she stumbled forward on painfully awkward legs. She was dizzy - so dizzy, her eyes rolled in the sockets. She could barely remember where she was now - and certainly didn't remember what exactly she was doing standing up, walking around, in the sun - or what she was heading for.

But Pulse reminded her.
Reminded her as he ran up, and perched on the rock, completely fine in the sun.
Fuck him.
Fuck that wolf.
Giggling as she took another step forward, Ajax rolled her head to the side and didn't even realize it when she spoke out loud. "Fuck you!" Her voice was breathy, strained, barely recognizable when compared to the cocky, rough, entrancing sound she was used to.

WHERE'S YOUR FACE?

So close - so close. Another step, and Ajax reached the shadow underneath the rock, underneath the wolf she'd now forgotten - never having realized she'd insulted him - the coolness and semi-darkness soothed her. Falling to her side again underneath the boulder, she wheezed out another strained cry - and bugle almost, a mixture of triumph and pain. The sound ripped through her with a suddenly decorative, primal distinction, though it seemed much quieter and hushed than her earlier screams. But, she didn't keep it up for long. The howl broke off in a high reeling whine as she stretched herself out, keeping her wings close to her sides and shaking her head back and forth warily, another drop of spit falling from her mouth to the grass.

Opening her eyes in mere slits, Ajax took in a deep breath, and collected herself.
'CONTROL YOURSELF!' her mind screamed, and she nodded, almost imperceptibly. How could she have done that? Lost control of her body - her mind, her eyes like that. Of course, now that she was out of the sun, she'd quickly blocked out the intense pain that had snaked through her entire body, had invaded every small vein and cell with a degree of fire that it felt like she was going to burst into a colorful explosion of fourth-of-July-fuck-me fireworks, each small fairy-light a different shade of pink, or red, to match her guts. The lining of her stomach. Grey, for her brains. Maybe some green for her eyes?

Pretty.

Sitting up suddenly, Ajax blinked a few times, regaining her bearings. She kept her eyes open only the the smallest bit - almost closed, but not quite.
Looking up at the ridge of rock above her, Ajax glared. Imagining that she could see the wolf she knew was perched arrogantly up on top, right in the glare of the sun. Stupid cocky fuck. She growled, leaning down and wiping her mouth on the ground, leaving behind a trail of spit, snapping up a mouthful of the crisply sour grass to improve the taste left behind on her tongue from her own digestive juices.

"Well, you day-walking son of a bitch? Get the fuck down here already, asshole." She could smell him, lightly. Her senses were still a little haywire, her ears twitching when she told them not to, her sight still spinning annoyingly, still tasting day-old rabbit that had been stewing in her intestines for the past few hours.

Her warbler had abandoned her.
A b a n d o n e d. HER!
The nerve!

So now - now she needed a new one. Or at least a temporary one - until Aerodox found his fucking mind. What could have possessed him to run away like that? Leaving her stranded underneath a berry bush. Fuck him. She'd waited there for an hour or so, thinking he'd come back after his silent escape. He'd been restless ever since they'd arrived in Dash. Hell; her brother was always restless. Always thinking, too. Thinking, plotting, quiet, ever-present.
He needed an attitude adjustment.
Or a good long fuck.
Either or, there was no way she would stand for this abandonment, this blatant disregard for her life and her comfort.
"Fuck him," she said again out loud, snorting, and sitting up a little straighter. (Though she winced as she tried to straighten her wings, and found it impossible. "And fuck you too," she called up around the rock, her nose twitching uncomfortably as she got blasted fully with Pulse's unwelcome scent by a sudden breeze.

'FUCK YOU.' Somewhere, in her mind, she said it to herself.
Because, well, it was true wasn't it?
She was underneath a rock.
And eventually, the sun would turn, and the deliciously dark, cool shadow would go away. Fucked. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please," She whined, suddenly realizing that Pulse might be the only wolf around here for miles. Making him her only chance at getting out of here. "Please please? Please? Pretty please? I'm hurt - horrible hurt, my eyes, please? Could you help? Please? Her voice was thick, like honey, but intertwined with a small sparkling glint of her usual devious outlook, possibilities running through her head.

"Please?"

OOC;
CHARACTER(S): Ajax
LYRICS: Jaguar Love
THOUGHTS: ...... Sooo..... I got a little carried away.
But fuck. This was fun. For anyone who doesn't already know, Ajax's
pupils are larger than normal, and they don't dilate as they should.
So, basically, when the sun comes up, her eyeballs/sanity completely fry.
:3 Uber-fun.