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Bleeding. He's bleeding. A lot. Like a lot a lot. Genji is trying not to panic, but he's really actually panicking more than a little. He's starting to lose altitude, and he's really hoping he's not still over the Sea of Japan or he was really going to die.

The cloud cover he drops through startlingly fast is thick and he's shivering: his mane is soaked in seconds to his back, and despite the numbness around the deep clawmarks all up and down his sides, he can feel droplets of water working between his scales.

But when he emerges, he's not over the Sea of Japan. Instead, he's over land. Mountains. Mountains covered in snow.

But it was too late to try to change course: he must have lost his way while above the clouds, the blood loss fogging his mind. There was nothing but white snow and black rocks.

Genji continued to fly, pushing his body as far as it would go even as he continued to sink.

It might just be a trick of his dying mind, but he can see lights further ahead, gold light against the white of the snow. But if it's not a trick, it's his only chance of living. If it is, then he's dead anyways. Genji heads for the light, and as he gets closer, it comes into shape as a cluster of buildings. THe light seems confined to one side of the cluster, but he has no doubt that even if he can find his way into one of the darker buildings, he would not be undiscovered for long.

Hopefully long enough he could sleep and let his wounds heal enough he could move on, find out where he was, maybe hunt a little.

Genji lands less than gracefully in the darkest corner of the cluster of buildings. The snow here is untouched, at least, and there's what looks like a barn only a few steps away.

Heaving a ragged breath, Genji pushes at the door with his nose. It opens with a ragged squeal. There's old hay on the floor, a few vehicles, but the main area of the barn is open and large enough for him to curl up in. He limps inside and turns so he can push the door at least mostly closed - it goes with an even louder squeal, but Genji is too exhausted to care. He takes a few moments to lick the wounds he can get to, then lays his head down to sleep.