07-08-2018, 10:20 PM
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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[div style="background-color:#F0B1DB;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]She felt invicible, untouchable, unmovable. She was a incredulous woman, torn from the arms of her lover and trafficked like some slave in this gang of thieves. But she had managed to escape. She always, always escaped. But in doing so, she left behind a little bit of herself each time.
Delilah was cold, almost seeming lonely at times. And that, she was. She was scared, lonely, empty. She missed her lover, she truly did, but she knew the male's fate the moment she was torn from his arms. The winged feline paced her way to the borders of Tanglewood's territory, long pastel eyelashes fluttering with sadness that she wouldn't let loose.
She was a ticking time bomb, Delilah knew this. But she still craved the presence of others, still eager for their attentions despite the loss she knew they would become eventually. Love was painful for her, but she was still wanting such futile things. The silver bengal knew it was useless to wish, to want to have a family. She knew it was useless just to be herself.
But she still wanted those things.
She was only mortal, after all.
She was weak, deprived of power. She was nothing. She knew that.
She knew.
The pretty feline graced the territory with her lost gaze, the memories of her past gone. She couldn't remember anything before she was yanked from the arms of her lost lover. She couldn't remember what it was like to run free, even though she wasn't even shackled anymore.
But alas, she was here. She was free.
Delilah was cold, almost seeming lonely at times. And that, she was. She was scared, lonely, empty. She missed her lover, she truly did, but she knew the male's fate the moment she was torn from his arms. The winged feline paced her way to the borders of Tanglewood's territory, long pastel eyelashes fluttering with sadness that she wouldn't let loose.
She was a ticking time bomb, Delilah knew this. But she still craved the presence of others, still eager for their attentions despite the loss she knew they would become eventually. Love was painful for her, but she was still wanting such futile things. The silver bengal knew it was useless to wish, to want to have a family. She knew it was useless just to be herself.
But she still wanted those things.
She was only mortal, after all.
She was weak, deprived of power. She was nothing. She knew that.
She knew.
The pretty feline graced the territory with her lost gaze, the memories of her past gone. She couldn't remember anything before she was yanked from the arms of her lost lover. She couldn't remember what it was like to run free, even though she wasn't even shackled anymore.
But alas, she was here. She was free.