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Blood

    Atbash was no stranger to blood, believe it or not. She was no murderer and definitely did not like harming people, but that didn't mean she never saw blood in her lifetime. During her childhood, her and her brothers always ended up with cuts and scrapes, but those are just minor things. Their mother occasionally came home bloody and covered with scratch and bite wounds from her trips to the market, and their father occasionally broke a nail or something working in the fields. So Atbash definitely was no stranger to blood, however that doesn't mean she liked seeing it shed. Whenever she caught sight of the bloody, burning corpses of her townsmates, Atbash wanted to hurl. They hadn't deserved to die, to be in such a state, to feel that much pain just because Caesar was upset over not being King of the Dimension.

    Atbash remembered her parents bleeding from their burn wounds when she came across them in their collapsing den, and her own burn wounds from where she lept through the flames to be with her parents. Unlike most creatures, dream demons blood vary based on what Tier they had been born into, and Atbash and her System's blood was black. All of the Seventh Tier was, but that is besides the point. Atbash remembered seeing the blue blood staining Caesar's body as he returned from murdering the King, seemingly proud of what he had done. It disgusted Atbash and she was sick of seeing all the bloodshed he was causing. It was wrong.

    Atbash thought that being on Earth would save her from seeing bloodshed and she thought joining a pacifist clan would make her chances of seeing blood even less, but she was wrong. Not only just from Caesar attacking her, but over the takeover. At this point, Atbash was used to seeing her own blood, so she barely paid any mind to the blood slowly trickling out of her neck from where Stryker had a hold of it. What she hadn't been expecting, however, was Stryker outright taking an eye. The lion grabbed on her eye and pulled, ripping tendons and nerves from it, and her blood spewed out from the socket. Pain shot through her like electricity, and she was faintly aware of her body twitching in pain in Stryker's grasp. Her entire body went numb at this point and once he dropped her, Atbash allowed herself to pass out, her head laying in a pool of her own blood.

    Upon waking up in the medicine den, Atbash realized that most of the blood had been cleaned off her, however some dried pieces of the tar-looking substance still clung to her fur. It almost blended looked like the spots she had covering her body and the only way you could tell it wasn't actually part of her fur pattern was in the way that her fur stuck up in clumps. The mere shock of her eye being ripped out had caused her to black out, in addition to the shock. But honestly... Atbash wished she had died. Death was much better than facing whatever she had to deal with now with the takeover.

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