08-21-2018, 04:46 PM
17. blood + how does y/c cope with fear?
Tw for blood and sexual abuse
The crying, at that age, was either Dimitri’s or Dagon’s. As time went on, it was more of Dagon’s. The tom’s body wasn’t made to handle what the monster did to him. Blood seeping from Dimitri’s shoulders and their anus. It left him bleeding and in pain, too sore to move and too sore to run away. It happened to where it hurt to walk and it hurt to talk. Dagon had made an executive decision after about the fifteenth time they bled. That Dagon knew of, anyway. Maybe Dimitri had buried more experiences then he was letting on. Dagon only got used to the pain around the fifth time, the blood still bothered him. The fondling, the claws, being held down and the talking. Dagon being exasperated and crying.
That was enough to make them decide to run away. Maybe it was the blood that sent Dagon over the edge.
They were a month and three quarters old. They were barely weaned from their mother’s milk.
Then the fighting in the city streets. Delta, baring tiny teeth and unsheathing tiner claws and fighting bigger foes for the chance at food scraps. Delta didn’t always win, but she would always go for the belly. The soft under area. Blood would stain Dimitri’s white paws and there would be scratched that she licked away. It was surprising they never got an infection. Well, they did one time and it wasn’t pretty. Delta didn’t mind fighting for food and Darby didn’t mind scavenging.
Dimitri however, was bothered by someone else putting blood on a pacifist’s paws.
Tw for blood and sexual abuse
The crying, at that age, was either Dimitri’s or Dagon’s. As time went on, it was more of Dagon’s. The tom’s body wasn’t made to handle what the monster did to him. Blood seeping from Dimitri’s shoulders and their anus. It left him bleeding and in pain, too sore to move and too sore to run away. It happened to where it hurt to walk and it hurt to talk. Dagon had made an executive decision after about the fifteenth time they bled. That Dagon knew of, anyway. Maybe Dimitri had buried more experiences then he was letting on. Dagon only got used to the pain around the fifth time, the blood still bothered him. The fondling, the claws, being held down and the talking. Dagon being exasperated and crying.
That was enough to make them decide to run away. Maybe it was the blood that sent Dagon over the edge.
They were a month and three quarters old. They were barely weaned from their mother’s milk.
Then the fighting in the city streets. Delta, baring tiny teeth and unsheathing tiner claws and fighting bigger foes for the chance at food scraps. Delta didn’t always win, but she would always go for the belly. The soft under area. Blood would stain Dimitri’s white paws and there would be scratched that she licked away. It was surprising they never got an infection. Well, they did one time and it wasn’t pretty. Delta didn’t mind fighting for food and Darby didn’t mind scavenging.
Dimitri however, was bothered by someone else putting blood on a pacifist’s paws.