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IF YOU FEEL BETTER -- oneshot + injury - arrow - 09-17-2018
Don't pick at it, don't pick at it, don't pick at it-
She was fully healed by now, all prior injuries were closed and fused back, in the case of her broken leg. She was fine now, she was arguably healthy. So why did she still get so bothered by them? Arrow always thought you got injured, healed, and then let the emotional pain from it fade away with the physical. But it didn't. It didn't go away and she felt guilty because of it. Surely everyone here had gone through worse, Stocking had gotten thrown out of paradise of all things, Delilah lost her entire leg after a life's worth of trauma, Arrow was fine by Tanglewood's standards. But here she was, pathetically thrashing about in her own self centered emotions about her capture and subsequent torture.
They did care about her, didn't they? She wasn't...useless, right? She held her head in her paws, curled up on the ground on the edge of town, nothing there but her and a half empty bottle of alcohol she'd scrounged around for. It tasted bitter. "Then why'd you get captured at all?" That little voice constantly in the back of her mind was much louder when she was alone, now, would have spat on her if it was a separate being. She subconsciously extended her claws, which gripped into the thin flesh of her face, little pinpricks of pain that went completely unnoticed.
She felt her leg burn, phantom pains that hadn't given her any time to rest. They were always waiting there for her, one past thought to the event and the pain came right back, throwing her off completely. It almost hurt more than the actual injury, at least then she was in shock, her mind was elsewhere.
"You're no use here. They keep you around in pity. They would have been fine leaving you behind."
Small droplets of blood slid down her skin from where she was seriously digging her claws into her face, right above the eyes, flinching when a small bit of the scarlet liquid got into one of them, burning and causing her eye to water in response. She could still feel that gross, gross tongue on her skin, even now, even here. It was wet, it...it was warm, it...She pulled on the skin too hard, slicing through it until she was left with decent superficial cuts around her eyes. Her leg burned with such violent intensity, she'd had enough.
They would feed her to the alligators any day now, once Morgan and Vigenere realized there was nothing left in this disgusting body.
// summary: Arrow's having a break down on the edge of time with her face all cut up
She was fully healed by now, all prior injuries were closed and fused back, in the case of her broken leg. She was fine now, she was arguably healthy. So why did she still get so bothered by them? Arrow always thought you got injured, healed, and then let the emotional pain from it fade away with the physical. But it didn't. It didn't go away and she felt guilty because of it. Surely everyone here had gone through worse, Stocking had gotten thrown out of paradise of all things, Delilah lost her entire leg after a life's worth of trauma, Arrow was fine by Tanglewood's standards. But here she was, pathetically thrashing about in her own self centered emotions about her capture and subsequent torture.
They did care about her, didn't they? She wasn't...useless, right? She held her head in her paws, curled up on the ground on the edge of town, nothing there but her and a half empty bottle of alcohol she'd scrounged around for. It tasted bitter. "Then why'd you get captured at all?" That little voice constantly in the back of her mind was much louder when she was alone, now, would have spat on her if it was a separate being. She subconsciously extended her claws, which gripped into the thin flesh of her face, little pinpricks of pain that went completely unnoticed.
She felt her leg burn, phantom pains that hadn't given her any time to rest. They were always waiting there for her, one past thought to the event and the pain came right back, throwing her off completely. It almost hurt more than the actual injury, at least then she was in shock, her mind was elsewhere.
"You're no use here. They keep you around in pity. They would have been fine leaving you behind."
Small droplets of blood slid down her skin from where she was seriously digging her claws into her face, right above the eyes, flinching when a small bit of the scarlet liquid got into one of them, burning and causing her eye to water in response. She could still feel that gross, gross tongue on her skin, even now, even here. It was wet, it...it was warm, it...She pulled on the skin too hard, slicing through it until she was left with decent superficial cuts around her eyes. Her leg burned with such violent intensity, she'd had enough.
They would feed her to the alligators any day now, once Morgan and Vigenere realized there was nothing left in this disgusting body.
// summary: Arrow's having a break down on the edge of time with her face all cut up
Re: IF YOU FEEL BETTER -- oneshot + injury - toboggan - 09-18-2018
One could say that these viscous everglades were practically a breeding ground for physical injury and trauma. Delilah, Leroy, Ophelia, and Arrow all were victims of maiming the last two months alone, with the latter three having luck on their sides in regards to recovery. And, with Tanglewood’s population dwindling, number was going to rise until injuries became deaths, and the swamp dwellers were purged from existence. That is, if the folk here learned how to straighten up and fight back. All these hostile clans send their best to march into Morgan’s stomping grounds to cause ruckus, and the whole clan sits idly to watch their comrade’s fates take over. To make things worse, rather than even the score, Tanglers accepted their wounds and moved on, allowing these vagrants to take advantage of them and hurt people as much as they wanted to. If people wanted something to be done, then someone should teach the next-bad guy-wannabe who wanders too close a lesson.
Yet sometimes, it was those in Tanglewood harming themselves. A while ago, the flower-creating pink feline tried to end her life - and today, here sat Arrow clawing at her face like some lunatic with alien-hand syndrome. In addition to getting hurt, making selfish decisions was a plague that ran rampant, plowing down everyone in its path. Why didn’t people understand that any form of self-harm was perhaps the most selfish thing one could do? If you’re a part of a family such as a clan, you’ve obviously got a few that care about you, so don’t go climbing up a tree crying about how “nobody loves you” and jump off. Just don’t.
"Let’s not," a scabrous voice firmly beckoned, a tall hound strolling towards the destroyed guardsman, kicking away the empty bottle before sitting himself at about a foot away from Arrow. At this moment, he refrained from getting physical, though if his client refused to oblige with his words, he’d have to get involved in another way. ”Look atchaself, Clyde, ya look like ya let a moron use your head as a scratchin’ post - oh wait,”. Only a few weeks ago, she had been returned home from the clutches of the Pitt - who desperately needed a lesson - looking healthier then as to currently. And now, she had the audacity to hurt herself, after everyone was biting their nails over her safety.
”C’mon, le’s get a medic ta help ya out, he’d offer expectingly. Sure, the two held the same position, but as it appeared that Leroy was the sane one, he would be the one giving the orders.
Yet sometimes, it was those in Tanglewood harming themselves. A while ago, the flower-creating pink feline tried to end her life - and today, here sat Arrow clawing at her face like some lunatic with alien-hand syndrome. In addition to getting hurt, making selfish decisions was a plague that ran rampant, plowing down everyone in its path. Why didn’t people understand that any form of self-harm was perhaps the most selfish thing one could do? If you’re a part of a family such as a clan, you’ve obviously got a few that care about you, so don’t go climbing up a tree crying about how “nobody loves you” and jump off. Just don’t.
"Let’s not," a scabrous voice firmly beckoned, a tall hound strolling towards the destroyed guardsman, kicking away the empty bottle before sitting himself at about a foot away from Arrow. At this moment, he refrained from getting physical, though if his client refused to oblige with his words, he’d have to get involved in another way. ”Look atchaself, Clyde, ya look like ya let a moron use your head as a scratchin’ post - oh wait,”. Only a few weeks ago, she had been returned home from the clutches of the Pitt - who desperately needed a lesson - looking healthier then as to currently. And now, she had the audacity to hurt herself, after everyone was biting their nails over her safety.
”C’mon, le’s get a medic ta help ya out, he’d offer expectingly. Sure, the two held the same position, but as it appeared that Leroy was the sane one, he would be the one giving the orders.
Re: IF YOU FEEL BETTER -- oneshot + injury - DELILAH. - 09-18-2018
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"Ah.. What happened?" Delilah called out to Leroy as she heard his voice not far off, magenta eyes turning towards the male momentarily before they shot towards Arrow. "A-Arrow.. Ah, I need you to breathe for me.. Do.. Do you need some weed? I have poppy seeds too.. It'll help you relax.." Delilah offered, telekinesis lifting a vial of goldenrod poultice out of her satchel as well as a few cotton balls. She would then [u]use that same power to dab some of the poultice onto the cotton ball, attempting to dab the scratches and cuts on arrow's face.[/b]
//rushed!
TANGLEWOOD — MEDIC — FEMME — TAGS//rushed!
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