07-30-2018, 10:50 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;"]Pinks and purples blended together in the dim light that could actually be reflected on her pelt. She was still shaky from the trap that had captured her, that had twisted her back right paw. It'd be better soon, she knew. But as the pastel feline limped forward, she saw a creature which she didn't really like. Well, she was terrified, honestly. What if this guy tried to kill her? Or her clanmates?
You see, Delilah was known for worrying. Overthinking. Dramatic. She was known for these things, being a big ball of riddling anxiety just because she couldn't trust the things around her anymore. Only Cavalrychoir gave her that soothing feeling, despite the smell of blood that stained his pelt. Despite the fact that he had obviously killed someone hours before. Days before. But for some reason, Delilah couldn't believe that the lynx would hurt anyone.
But this, as she sat down behind Vigenere, truly made her want to run. The atmosphere around this male was tense, almost dreadful. She wished she could read auras, to be honest. She wished she could tell just what type of person this male was. But, she couldn't. She was normal.
Cherry blossoms shed from her pelt, thanks to her aesthetic element, giving her that wonderful cherry blossom smell that others seemed to bask in when wanting something different than the bog of this marsh. Something flowery, beautiful.
Delilah didn't say anything, merely kept close to her friend's hindquarters. She would introduce herself when Morgan and Vigenere did, yes. She had no place in this conversation right now.
You see, Delilah was known for worrying. Overthinking. Dramatic. She was known for these things, being a big ball of riddling anxiety just because she couldn't trust the things around her anymore. Only Cavalrychoir gave her that soothing feeling, despite the smell of blood that stained his pelt. Despite the fact that he had obviously killed someone hours before. Days before. But for some reason, Delilah couldn't believe that the lynx would hurt anyone.
But this, as she sat down behind Vigenere, truly made her want to run. The atmosphere around this male was tense, almost dreadful. She wished she could read auras, to be honest. She wished she could tell just what type of person this male was. But, she couldn't. She was normal.
Cherry blossoms shed from her pelt, thanks to her aesthetic element, giving her that wonderful cherry blossom smell that others seemed to bask in when wanting something different than the bog of this marsh. Something flowery, beautiful.
Delilah didn't say anything, merely kept close to her friend's hindquarters. She would introduce herself when Morgan and Vigenere did, yes. She had no place in this conversation right now.