Cold. That was the first feeling North registered when she woke up. She couldn’t remember going to sleep but she couldn’t remember anything for that matter. Dizziness was the second thing she became aware of, the world was spinning slowly and made her unwilling to open her eyes. She tried to raise her head but she was barely able to tense her muscles, let alone using them for any movement. She decided to lay down for a moment longer and try to gather some thoughts. Her whole body felt numb and she couldn’t find strength to move any of her limbs but managed to shift her head slightly and touch the surface she was currently lying on with her cheek. It was chill and rough and she deducted that it is why she feels so cold, it must be some kind of a stone floor or maybe some damp dirt that surrounded her house. It took her a moment to realize that she feels the wetness of the floor as well but it did nothing to shed some light on her current situation or place she was in. Hoping that opening her eyes could bring some answers she tried to raise her eyelids. It felt as if she was lifting some heavy weights that had been attached to her lashes but with great effort she managed to peak through a thin gap she created. It was dark but not pitch black dark, everything was grey and out of focus. The moment she started to make out some shapes out of the grey mass, everything went black and she passed out.Cold. Wet. Dark. This time when she came to her senses she had more information about her position. She was able to open her eyes and grey mass that previously welcomed her now turned into a more or less defined combination of floor and walls. Being able to lift her head slightly she adjusted her point of view and everything fell into its place, floor was underneath her and walls surrounded her. Dizziness was slowly coming back at her so she decided to save her strength and think some more. She tried to remember how had she ended up in this dungeon, she had a memory of visiting it on several occasions but not recently and surely not today...or was it yesterday? New thought struck her, for how long exactly has she been lying on this cold and wet floor? She couldn’t feel any hunger so it was an indication that it was a day at the most, but on the other side she still could not feel much besides the cold, wetness and exhaustion. She tried to move her legs but nothing happened. She tried to move her wings and an electrifying, hot and sharp bolt of pain went through her whole body not leaving a single nerve untouched. The sensation was enough to knock her out, her head falling to the floor with a loud smacking sound.Pain. The third time she came around she could feel and what she felt was enormous pain. Originating in her wings and radiating along her body all the way to the tips of her hooves. She took a look at the floor she was lying on and realized that it was wet because of the blood that formed a large puddle beneath her. Combined with the pain and dizziness she had no doubt it was her own blood. Looking at it terrified her, there was so much of it she was astonished she was still alive. And as it was going to turn out, not for much longer. Now she could remember going to the dungeon not too far from her house, hidden in the woods with no visible trace of its existence above the ground level. She remembered the reason she came here, the same reason she came here every time. Relief. Justification. Release. Justice. Punishment. She remembered that but it didn’t explain the amount of blood it produced or the paralysing pain she felt coming from her wings. She slowly turned her head and took a look at them. Her heart skipped a bit at the sight of devastated, torn and bloody limbs that used to be her wings. Bones sticking out, skin and flesh ripped apart and blood covering her back unlocked the last piece of memory, the moment when she snapped during her ritual, when she started to mutilate herself beyond salvage, when she decided to cross the point of no return. Her heartbeat increased its pace, pumping whatever blood was left in her and supplying her mind with oxygen necessary for thinking and putting events in order. At the same time she noticed how that blood is flowing out of her, she must have ruptured major vessels in the process. Slowly her memories fell in place and she had a full picture of what she had done and why. Her vision was going darker, pain was giving way to numbness as she remembered writing something on the wall with her blood but could no longer tell what was it about. She no longer cared. She was tired and wanted to have some rest, some peace of mind. She closed her eyes and let her head fall towards the cold floor not caring if it was going to hurt her. Not caring about anything. After all, this world is only bleeding flies.___________Music: Soulfallen - This world is bleeding flies I just felt like killing something and the first thing that came to my mind was my emotionally dearranged OC, North Wind. I kinda like how she looks with blood covering her body.