A bright flash of light. The agonizing, searing pain of the membranes of left wing being ripped to shreds. With a roar of fury and confusion, SilverTears flails madly in the air, trying unsucessfully to get her flight under control. She plummets to the earth, landing in a bone-shattering crash, further mutilating her delicate wings and snapping the bone of one foreleg.
Her mind reels and she lays silent for a few moments, eyes wide with disbelief. A silent snarl crosses her lips.
Fool! She curses silently to herself. You should have been paying attention, not fawning over Myn!
After a moment of silent berating, she gingerly tries to stand. The pain jolts up her leg, and through her wings, making her clench her teeth and her eyes roll back into her head.
You will never make it back to the lair in this shape, you fool!
She swings her massive head longingly toward her Clan, knowing she could never journey that far with her body so mangled. The only other option... The Inn.
With a pained growl she reaches behind her and tucks her broken, bent wings to her body carefully with her mouth. SilverTears hobbles forward, careful not to step with her shattered leg. More than once she loses her balance and crashes into the trees beside her, bellowing in pain.
Always moving forward, she makes a bee-line for the Inn, losing all thought to the increasing strain and fatigue.
With one final lurch, she collapses in front of the Inn, too weary to move or shift into human form. Too proud and stubborn to ask for help from the Two-Leggers, she waits, darkness closing in on her mind.