[member=1538]leroy[/member] this will be a near-death experience where she almost bleeds to death. feel free to come across her! leroy has been given permission to rip off her leg.

Delilah had thought everything was getting better, now that she had settled down a bit more. Renegades was here, everything was calm again. She had taken on her hobby of medicine once more, collecting all of the necessary herbs and grinding them into syrups that makes it easier to drink. She had figured out a few ways to make the syrups less bitter, but it seemed to lessen the effects of the medicine..

Delilah had been so focused on searching for more herbs, that she hadn't thought of where she had been stepping until she felt the painful snap of bones and tearing of flesh. Delilah was once not too fond of pain, and she absolutely hated it now. This was the second time she had ventured into a trap. This time, it wasn't a cage. Delilah glanced back with watery magenta eyes as she saw her misfigured leg trapped in a fox trap, the sharp jaws tight against her appendage.

The pain didn't hit her completely until the realization set in. Before she knew it, she was panicking, and trying to yank her leg out of the trap as hard as she could. No, no, no. Not again. She didn't want to go through this again. Her mothers weren't here to help her this time. She could die. She was going to die all alone. She didn't want to die.

Then, skin tore from bone, and blood spilled to the ground. Delilah didn't know what happened, but everything had began to grow blurry, before the pink felidae fell to the ground, blood staining the marshland grasses under her. She couldn't yell, couldn't do anything. If she moved, she'd bleed out more.

Magenta eyes fluttered open weakly as her face paled, her pink cherry blossoms being stained a deep red igor. Blood, so much blood. What was going on? She could see her basket of herbs and vials toppled over, becoming soaked with the crimson of her blood, but then things faded out once again.

//injuries: her back left leg which was previously mangled to an awkward angle is now nearly ripped off, half-way sliced open. she is currently bleeding out.

The gods were truly cruel to her, making her suffer like this.

Maybe she was the epitome of bad luck, or maybe her existence was cursed. It was moments like these where she wished that she could have ended all of the bad things that happened to her, to just end everything. No more suffering, no more heartbreaks, no more pain.

But life wasn't so easy, was it?

Blood pooled at the edge of her body, her torn appendage never ending its relentless bleeding even as she remained still, fading in and out of consciousness. Her mind felt foggy, the neverending loop of what Leroy spoke spinning her head through circles and loops.

Delilah made no move to adjust herself or nod or even speak, merely sputtering out her consent to such a thing. She didn't want to lose her leg, but she didn't want to die. She had to keep an eye out for Renegade. He needed her.

Magenta eyes began to roll into the back of her head as Delilah's head rolled onto its side, too much pain and adrenaline rushing through her to truly focus.

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[member=1221]RENEGADEANTHEM[/member]

Slash.

The eerie sound of her leg being amputated was something Delilah surely couldn't miss as she faded in and out of consciousness, her head rolling once more at the feeling of a nose being pressed into her cheek. The blood was a bit much, in Delilah's opinion. A soft pant left the medic as magenta eyes opened once more, adrenaline rushing through her veins from the pure fear she felt. Everything was blurry, a mess, and it smelt like nothing but blood.

Flashback.

Blood splattered walls, pavements, cages, as the tortures had begun. It felt like forever since she had come here, lurching into the bars of cages that not only encaged her, but trapped her sense of confidence as well. Her side burned, ached, bled, from the rose branding they had laid upon her body. She belonged to them. She always did.

Reality.

The sight of Renegade's worried red eyes enraptured the panicking feline, however the only evidence of such was the speeding up of her breathing and increasing amount of cherry blossoms that soaked themselves in the blood that poured out of her.

Everything was fading.

"Bandage.. Stop bleeding.. Heat.. Need wound cauterized.." The felidae whined out, just loud enough for the two of them to hear, before her magenta eyes moved to the satchel that was around her neck. Bandages were in there, Leroy should know how to stop the bleeding if he knew how to cut off the limb, right? Right? She hoped so.

At one point, maybe Delilah would have wanted to die. Death seemed to welcoming to her before she met Ren and the others. The day Morgan saved her from drowning herself in the swamp was the day she had looked at things more clearly. Life was beautiful, magical, enrapturing. Its beauty was unparalleled to the space and stars above them. Maybe it was the stars that destined Ren to come here and live in the same home as her, but Delilah was thankful for him. She was thankful for all of her friends here, even if she didn't know Leroy very well.

A soft gasp shook the feline's body as she began to gasp for air, quick, low gulps eminating the telltale signs of blood loss and hyperventilation. She could feel her body growing cold, almost too cold. No, no, no. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die here. "I don't want to die.." Whimpered out the girl almost inaudibly in between breaths, her lip trembling as her eyes began to roll back once more.