09-03-2018, 02:22 PM
[color=grey]"I'm fine, I'm fine. Still breathing, ain't I?" She thought she'd be ecstatic to return home again, after all, she wasn't a fan of the idea of staying in that shit place forever, and yet...
She was placed back down on the ground, wincing when her leg moved slightly, looking back at the shattered and mutilated form of her back leg, against her better judgement. That should be the worst of the wounds, she thought at least, she hoped there was some way to save the injury and in turn, her fucking leg. She didn't want a limp or something like that, it would only drag her lower, make her weaker than she already was. Speaking of, she didn't want anyone seeing her in such a pathetic state. The aggressive self hatred for her own useless body was overpowering at this point, fueled by the concept of being taken only because she couldn't fight back well enough. No powers, no hulking form, nothing.
[color=grey]"They're gonna rip you a new ass for this, you didn't have to do it." Arrow muttered, returning that solemn look for only a moment before looking down. "Don't look at me like that." She hated that. Pitiful. She dug her front paws into the mud, messing around with the soft earth as there just wasn't much else to do. They wouldn't want her back, would they? Not like this. What use would she be now? [color=grey]"We'd both be better off with my neck snapped to shit and thrown into the sea, dont'cha think?"
She was placed back down on the ground, wincing when her leg moved slightly, looking back at the shattered and mutilated form of her back leg, against her better judgement. That should be the worst of the wounds, she thought at least, she hoped there was some way to save the injury and in turn, her fucking leg. She didn't want a limp or something like that, it would only drag her lower, make her weaker than she already was. Speaking of, she didn't want anyone seeing her in such a pathetic state. The aggressive self hatred for her own useless body was overpowering at this point, fueled by the concept of being taken only because she couldn't fight back well enough. No powers, no hulking form, nothing.
[color=grey]"They're gonna rip you a new ass for this, you didn't have to do it." Arrow muttered, returning that solemn look for only a moment before looking down. "Don't look at me like that." She hated that. Pitiful. She dug her front paws into the mud, messing around with the soft earth as there just wasn't much else to do. They wouldn't want her back, would they? Not like this. What use would she be now? [color=grey]"We'd both be better off with my neck snapped to shit and thrown into the sea, dont'cha think?"