08-08-2018, 11:07 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;"]Delilah hadn't seen Cavalrychoir in what seemed like forever, meeting the lynx felt like a dream to the pastel pink feline at this point. He said that he didn't have a home, their conversation was clear at that point. At first, she thought he was going to eat her. She probably wasn't even tasty, to be honest. She knew that she tasted like sakura, but definitely not cherries. People often mistakened her for smelling like cherries, when it was just the blossoms. It was a fruity, floral scent.
It was as if her presence brought such petals drifting through the air, thanks to her aesthetic element. The feline's cherry blossom petals were well-known throughout Tanglewood, after all. It was her signature thing, she supposed. People knew she was nearby because of the beautiful flower petals.
But Delilah had grown disgusted by her appearance. With herself.
Limping forward, Delilah walked on three legs, favoring her twisted foreleg with every step she took. Her steps were slow, unpaced, as the sullen, unawed face of Delilah showed through the undergrowth, devoid of any true emotion. She looked sad, empty. Maybe it was because of the recent event that happened, but Delilah just.. Couldn't let herself be happy. Not anytime soon.
But the pastel girl couldn't contain the faint smile that graced her features as she saw the scarred male in the distance, speeding up her uneven pace to greet him alongside Abathur. She knew Abathur would be able to feel her presence by the hairs on his legs, so she didn't rub up against him, merely flicking her tail next to his leg to signal that she was here. She didn't want to frighten anyone, after all.
"Cav," Came the relieved, soft, but cracked voice of Delilah as she spoke, a tired smile gracing her mussed features. She hadn't bathed herself since she tried to drown herself, she couldn't get herself to. So, mud covered her paws, staining her pelt with browns and greens. "It's so nice.. To see you again. What brings you here again?" Asked the fragile femme, tilting her head as she waited for a response, rubbing at the sleep marks under her eyes.
It was as if her presence brought such petals drifting through the air, thanks to her aesthetic element. The feline's cherry blossom petals were well-known throughout Tanglewood, after all. It was her signature thing, she supposed. People knew she was nearby because of the beautiful flower petals.
But Delilah had grown disgusted by her appearance. With herself.
Limping forward, Delilah walked on three legs, favoring her twisted foreleg with every step she took. Her steps were slow, unpaced, as the sullen, unawed face of Delilah showed through the undergrowth, devoid of any true emotion. She looked sad, empty. Maybe it was because of the recent event that happened, but Delilah just.. Couldn't let herself be happy. Not anytime soon.
But the pastel girl couldn't contain the faint smile that graced her features as she saw the scarred male in the distance, speeding up her uneven pace to greet him alongside Abathur. She knew Abathur would be able to feel her presence by the hairs on his legs, so she didn't rub up against him, merely flicking her tail next to his leg to signal that she was here. She didn't want to frighten anyone, after all.
"Cav," Came the relieved, soft, but cracked voice of Delilah as she spoke, a tired smile gracing her mussed features. She hadn't bathed herself since she tried to drown herself, she couldn't get herself to. So, mud covered her paws, staining her pelt with browns and greens. "It's so nice.. To see you again. What brings you here again?" Asked the fragile femme, tilting her head as she waited for a response, rubbing at the sleep marks under her eyes.