//it's all good! i'm hype for this. you can choose to make this an open torture, but the injuries will go as followed: claw marks over both of her eyes (totally blinding her), branding on her missing leg's thigh, whip/cut scars on her back, bite marks on her leg (optional), shredded ears (optional). she is also heavily afraid of men.

The dream had been so nice, the soft humming of Renegadeanthem's singing was almost like a lullaby, a soft song of love that she had yet to discover yet. He was so good at singing, but of course, he didn't believe that.

There were some things that Delilah had been nervous about in her lifetime: She had already been kidnapped once, enslaved, and branded on her stomach, but now this was too much. Slowly, magenta eyes opened up to unfamiliar surroundings, the flow of cherry blossoms falling from her pelt becoming heavier the more she started to awaken. Her throat hurt, and she knew there would be bruising around her neck.

"What.. What happened..? Where am I..?" Delilah meowed softly, the three-legged maine coon slowly lifting her head to look around. She lifted her nose to the sky, scenting everything around her, before soon going into panic mode. Her breath rate increased, her paws sweating as she took in the situation she had gotten herself into.

She was terrified, but wouldn't say such. She didn't need to, the cherry petals were already starting to pile up around her, her stress levels raising by the minute. "Stay away.." Delilah squeaked, the medic flinching at any moves towards her.

She would be okay. As long as a male didn't show up, she could handle this. It was okay.

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Delilah continued to watch on, forgetting that she only had three legs, trying to stand up and lean against whatever wall she could find. She would use her earth elemental if she could- she could make a metal prosthetic leg, it shouldn't be so hard. But she found herself staring at Cosette, wide magenta eyes focusing on her nervously.

Where was Renegade? He said he would protect her- He said there was nothing to worry about, that he would be there for her. So where was he? Did he let her get kidnapped, let this girl get away? Suddenly, the maine coon had found herself breathing far too quickly for her own comfort. Her lungs screamed for air, her paws felt sweaty. A panic attack- could one really blame her? She had never seen this place before, and now she was trapped here.

"We're gonna have fun! I promise."
The sound of the girl suggesting such a thing made Delilah's stomach flip uncomfortably. Fun? What do you mean by fun? This wasn't fun- this was scaring her! Ducking her head to the ground, the three legged feline kept her distance away from Cosette, the crazed look in her eye only making her more nervous.

Here, she couldn't hear the sound of the wood spirits, she couldn't hear the nymphs- did that mean there was no trees nearby? Were they in a desert? Delilah began to overthink everything, eyes glazed over with unshed tears as she glanced for any mineral, something hard- something she could metalbend- but found nothing viable.

"What do you plan to do with me? I have to get back home- I'm.. I'm the only medic in Tanglewood! You can't do this!" Delilah shrieked, her fur fluffing up with the oncoming waves of anxiety flooding over her.

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Men. Men were here. Delilah's eyes widened even further when she heard Benny speak, ears twitching and laying back against her cranium as she scrambled to shift away from both of the men's presences. It didn't matter if the wolf was trying to be kinder- more sympathetic, Delilah couldn't take men. She couldn't tolerate them, she was terrified of them.

She had been paying so much attention to Benny that she hadn't noticed how Cosette had moved until she was right in front of Delilah, hesitance surrounding her to the point that it almost, almost made Delilah pity her. She was just an innocent girl who was in the wrong clan- wrong.

She could have never been so wrong.

Pain flashed through her head as Cosette's claws raked over her eyes, and for a split second, Delilah thought she had died- all pain disappeared for a split second, before it came back in a roaring sear. She wanted to fight back, but the only thing that Delilah could do was scream, scream loudly in pain. She tried to blink away the blood, to make the pain stop, but the more she blinked, the more her vision blurred until it was nothing but shadows and blackness.

"I-I can't see..  What have you done- What did you do to me?!" Shrieked Delilah, the scents surrounding her overwhelming to the point that she had to force herself to the ground against, paws helplessly clutching her eyes, wincing at the pain. Blood dripped onto the ground, the taste of it sharp on her tongue as she gagged. She didn't like the taste of blood- it always made her want to cry. She stuck with living off of fish and rabbits unless it was necessary for her to eat any other food. Rabbits didn't bleed as much, she could just tear straight into them- same with birds.

But this.. She didn't like the taste of her own blood.

Inky, black wings sprouted from her back, splotchy and dripping with charcoal igor onto the ground. An impurity, a scorned faerie born to live an impure future. Flashbacks went through her head, and before she knew it, Delilah was struggling. She was choking, someone was choking her.

"Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" The pastel feline cried out, red staining the cherry blossoms under her paws. It was a pitiful sight, really. She felt tears burn at the cuts on her eyes, tears of red threatening to fall upon numb paws. Rough pawpads clenched into the sand under her, the maine coon fae shivered underneath the gaze she could feel on her.

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//A skull or initials on her leg thats missing? Right on the thigh area?

Delilah flinched at every sudden breeze of air against her body, waiting silently for that moment- that retched moment she knew was coming soon. The pain would only continue from here, she was sent here to suffer. The Gods had punished her for being impure- this was all. her. fault.

Why couldn't Renegade come and save her? Why her? Why did it have to be her? Delilah didn't want to hurt like this, she didn't like pain, and now the scent of testosterone- men, was starting to make her hyperventilate. Quick breaths, sudden and gaspy, came from her jaws. She was silently begging for this all to stop. It had to stop.

Oh god, what if they killed her?

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