I think I spend too much time thinking about titles. ANYWAY.
let's get this party started?

edited for elettra<3. and for clarity's sake: she has broken ribs, a broken right foreleg, a pretty bad head wound above her eye, a concussion, and her right shoulder has been dislocated

Something kept bringing her back up here, up this jumble of rocks that had been piled up into the clouds. Up, up, up, she just could not shake the feeling that there was something up there, waiting for her. Maybe it was the answer to all the questions she had, or maybe it was more than that... Maybe it wasn't an answer at all, but a candle, something for her to hold on to as the darkness claimed her broken mind but had left her spirit here to wander the with the ghosts of her past. A younger Ozera would never have dared to go up this mountain. A younger Ozera would have known that she had never, would never belong on this mountain that had shrugged her off its stony shoulder, that did not care if she lived or died. A younger Ozera would have known that nothing good was waiting up there in clouds.

But this broken vessel was thoughtless, careless, and utterly witlessness. With only three legs that would bear her weight, the going was frustratingly slow — yet, in true Ozera fashion, she pushed on. The wind ripped through her thinning, patchy brown coat that was little more than a threadbare rug draped about her shoulders. To pass the time, she sang nonsense words to herself. After a time, though, the boredom came all the same, sneaking into the back of her brain and inciting a restless itch in her feet that caused her to push herself even harder.

And that was when the ground disappeared from her feet.

So concerned with her own entertainment, without any regard for where she was putting her paws, the old soul had walked straight off of a cliff. For an instant, some small recollection shone in her eyes, and she thought she could recall this fall before, but it the light was extinguished as the breath was ripped from her and she smashed against a rocky outcrop that had reached out to catch her. She landed on her right side. The fall could not have been more than five or six feet, but it stole what little strength she had left in her. When she tried to move, there was a familiar stab in her sides, and when she moved it felt like their were shards of glass in her ribcage. Through the blood that oozed from a nasty looking head wound, she could see that her right leg didn't look right, but it was difficult to understand why through all the pain. When she tried to move it, nothing happened. That wasn't right. The feeling was still there, no doubt about that... but she couldn't seem to move it at all... And that was when the panic started to set in. The crone managed only to drag herself to a lake shore without the help of her right leg before she collapsed again, her body screaming and her mind addled by concussion. The world slid in and out of focus, like a dancing smear of light and color, and it made her feel too nauseous to reach out and drink from the water only two inches from her nose.