irrational thoughts ;; delilah

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[align=center][div style="border-width:0px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 140%;word-spacing:-1px;"]It was extremely risky coming here, especially in the state he was in but it wasn't like it could be helped. His friend was in trouble and he was going to do everything in his power to save her. He did make a promise to keep her away from any sort of harm upon their meeting. He's been absolute shit at that so he'd be damned if he doesn't throw her over his shoulder and make a run for it. The plan was to sneak in and sneak back out, but he was unsure of the lay of the land. It was much more different than Tanglewood: the desert that enclosed the jungle environment was tough to traverse. He would ave found no problems in it if not for the pain and constant throbbing within his cranium. The occasional sudden brightness that made his eyes water, the way he is able to see far off into the distance at one point then suddenly get blurred tunnel vision the next. He wasn't in the best condition for anything remotely physical or mental; this was a bad idea and he knew it. He wasn't an irrational person, however he did have a habit of jumping to conclusions paired with a "shoot now, aim later" mindset. It was weird to know someone could have so much control over how he acts... He should really look into that when he got back. If he got back. With his jumbled thoughts and unbalanced gait, the chances of him running into serious trouble was a possibility.

Ren didn't possess the ability to mask his scent. Instead, he found a pile of waste and smeared it on himself as he held his breath. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to as he's done it a couple times in the past. Though under cover missions were rare in his late barbaric tribe - they prefer to storm the place and overwhelm the enemy with their numbers and strength - they were seen as useful and sometimes necessary if a particular group was strong enough to hold their ground against them. Dismantling them from the inside got the job done, but it wasn't as flashy or adrenaline inducing. After he finished, he went to a stream to wash himself off and any excess that clung to his fur in an unsightly way. Giving himself a shake, he then fell to a sitting position and head ducked as a surge of pain traveled through his cranium and down his spine. Holding back a whimper, the demon slowly rose to his paws and continued, looking for patches of flowers to roll around in. The scent of flowers on his body isn't going to last long so he'll definitely need a proper bath when he get back to Tanglewood. After several minutes of searching, he found a mint bush and decided it'll have to work. The scent of mint is much stronger than the fragrance of flowers so some extra time was bought in regards to masking his scent.

The scent of mint and something slightly foul clung to his fur as he finished prepping himself, noticing the sky darken as the sun drew closer to the horizon. Now would be a good time to continue his mission. Inhaling slowly, Ren continued deeper into the jungle until he stumbled upon their camp. If what he's heard about the Pitt was correct, he'd fit right in. A cruel bunch who hunger for blood more than anything in the world. They took what they wanted by any means necessary and doesn't like to be told 'no.' A shiver ran down his spine as thoughts of his previous home filled his consciousness immediately followed by a painful throb. Sharp claws unsheathed themselves and dug into the ground to balance himself. This place was extremely homey to him and he felt nauseated because of the familiar sense it gave him. Fitting in wouldn't be much of a challenge and he despised that. He needed to find Delilah quickly and get out. Ignoring the sick feeling he felt in his stomach and the painful headache that just can't seem to give him a break, dark red eyes began to scan his surroundings for the pretty medic as he started to walk around.

With every eye he met, he shot them an all-knowing smile or an indifferent but more or less friendly flick of the tail greeting. At the sight of a slave, he'd make eye contact before looking elsewhere, dismissing their existence entirely. He was disgusted at how well he acted, but he was more horrified of how right it felt.

He didn't want to have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]

[DELILAH.]

Tracking! Will reply tomorrow!

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DELILAH EVERGARDEN

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tanglewood
- medic
18 months old

physically medium
emotionally easy
mentally easy

demiheterosexual heteroromantic
in love with renegadeanthems

completely blind
androphobic
skittish & sensitive

nature faerie
earth manipulation
telekinesis
x-ray vision

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Delilah was fearful in situations like this- she had always believed that something like this could never happen to her. She had already been through enough, the Gods couldn't punish her more than she already had been. Gods, she was so wrong.

Whiplashes covered her greasy pelt, lacking a good cleaning despite Delilah constantly scolding her tribemates to clean their wounds properly. Muscles were sore, claw marks upon her soft, sticky pelt giving it a disgusting appearance. A steel collar was strapped around her throat, tight and restricting of too much oxygen for her to handle, but she could still breathe. Her chain was attached to a wall, the soft clink of steel against the hard sand made her wince.

The girl whom had been torturing her wasn't present, thankfully, and the shelter she had been given was terribly made, lacking any support for her against real nature-based elements, especially rain and wind. Delilah's form was curled up onto the ground, her head weakly pushed against the ground, a rotten mouse in front of her jaws remained uneaten.

She remembered calling out to her friend during her first few whippings, as if he could come and protect her- he would, he promised he would. He was supposed to be her rock. So, when she saw the shadow of black fur, scarred from fights that could not be numbered on one paw, Delilah didn't believe her eyes.

"Ren.. Renny?" Came Delilah's soft whisper, her voice no more than a broken croak as the skinny maine coon remained in place, her metal prosthetic crushed to pieces and discarded off to the side, leaving her stump of a leg to reveal the claw marks over it, nasty and infected.

This was just a dream, just a dream.

FLEXIBILITY, LOVE, & TRUST —

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[align=center][div style="border-width:0px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 140%;word-spacing:-1px;"]Ren was no stranger to places and scenarios like this. More often than not, he was the one to put others in cages and bound them to a single spot with uncomfortable chains. He was the one who took his time, gingerly breaking down his prey's mental, physical and emotional state. The weak were placed in this world to be ruled over and Ren was their King. Everywhere he looked made his stomach churn and flip. The inside of his mouth grew dry as the pain in his head got harder to ignore. Biting down on his bottom lip, the demon casual gait concealed the sense of urgency and panic welling up inside of him. Was... Was it getting hotter? The sun was setting so it shouldn't be getting so bright. He stopped in his tracks to lift a large paw up to his face, doing his best to collect himself. He wanted nothing more than to find Delilah and get out of here. Delilah... He hoped she was alright. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he found she was hurt or barely hanging onto life overall. For every scrape or bruise on her fur, he was going to kill someone. Kill, he thought, feeling more nauseated than before. He cared deeply about the medic, but could he kill someone for her? Part of him screamed yes and scolded him for thinking such a stupid question. There wasn't anything in this world or others that he wouldn't do for her. It seems sneaking into enemy territory to rescue her despite the raging headache that threatens to knock him unconscious wasn't enough to convince him. But there was always that doubtful part of him. The fear of reverting back to his old self. He wanted to become a better person for Delilah, to be someone worthy of her time. If he's just going to throw that all away for the sake of one instant, then he was more immature than he thought.

As the wildcat walked through camp, internally struggling in silence, a soft voice broke his trance. Happiness and fear rippled through him when he turned his head, familiar pastel pink fur on the opposite side of camp was like the light at the end of the tunnel. Despite the distance between them, Ren could see her clearly and his heart instantly shattered. What was left was overwhelming anger that radiated off of him. Inhaling a shaky breath, he clenched his jaw as he stalked over to her, desperately trying to hold himself together. As much as he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and run, he needed to go about this slowly. "De-Deli-" he choked, unable to get her name out before nearly collapsing at her paws. He was fuming, but he was also beyond happy she was alive. "Del- I-I... Sorry... I w-was not... Protect you... I..." He stammered, struggling to apologize as his eyes grew watery. No, that was for later. Right now, he needed to ficus on getting her out of there. Wiping his eyes, he attempted to take the chains off of her. "We are leaving." He rumbled, muttering something about killing everyone and going down a lists of torture methods he'd like to try out on her captors.

[DELILAH.]

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DELILAH EVERGARDEN

— Take a moment to think of just

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tanglewood
- medic
18 months old

physically medium
emotionally easy
mentally easy

demiheterosexual heteroromantic
in love with renegadeanthems

completely blind
androphobic
skittish & sensitive

nature faerie
earth manipulation
telekinesis
x-ray vision

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Delilah was highly against murder, against torture, against captures. If she knew just what Ren wanted to do to her capturers, she would have scolded him lightly. Nobody deserved to be tortured, but she always left herself out of that. She deserved this- she was weak, she couldn't even defend herself enough to fight back against Cosette.

When his breathy voice reached her ears, Delilah let a soft smile grace her broken, beaten features. A fresh drink of water compared to her situation, but the sight of the heavily scarred bobcat made a broken purr leave Delilah's throat. Ren was here, but he wouldn't be able to make it out.

When he began to tug at her chains, Delilah felt her heart break just a bit. He wanted to take her home, he wasn't thinking logically. He came all the way here to reassure her, to apologize, but in turn, she couldn't fulfill such a request. The chains didn't come off of her, the collar around her neck merely tightening in response, making Delilah sputter a bit.

"Ren.." She tried to catch his attention gently, her paw reaching up to touch his chest. When he didn't respond, still trying to free her, Delilah raised her voice into a hiss. "Renegade! Listen to me!" She scolded him, a rare thing for Delilah. She wasn't one to lose her temper. "Look around you. You're surrounded, you won't make it out with both of us. The moment they see me without a collar or chain, they'll attack. They will kill you, Ren. They'll kill both of us." She spoke shakily, desperately, trying to talk some sense into the male.

You love him.

The thought passed through her head, shocking even herself. She blinked for a moment, biting her lip before shakily rising onto her paws, leaning back against the wall she was chained to. "You need to leave, Ren. Come.. Come back with a patrol, please.. I can't stand the idea of losing you." She whimpered, a pained smile on her face as she desperately tried to hold back her urge to just bask in his scent, to cover him in her own scent so he'd calm down, but she couldn't.

He will never feel the same anyways.
You're not worthy enough.

I know. She thought back in return to the voices in her head, making a bitter smile creep up onto scarred, bleeding lips. They would beat her black and blue, they would kill him. He had to live.

How terrible of her, to realize these feelings now of all times? She was pitiful. She relied so much on him, but couldn't do anything in return. She was useless, a burden to the one man who seemed to want to protect her. He only saw her as a friend, and Delilah knew that.

Before he could argue with her on reasoning, Delilah tapped a paw against the ground, the ground rattling before prison-like bars of stone surrounded her, criss-crossing just enough to make sure Ren couldn't squeeze through. "Si me solum esse honestam .." The soft, bittersweet words of Latin left the girls lips, hurt but desperate. She wanted to stay with him, she wanted him to soothe her, to touch her cheeks.


"Vos postulo ut relinquam mi tempestas. Leave." Her tone came out a bit harsher than she wished it did, but she knew how Ren was. The look in his eyes said everything.

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