09-04-2018, 06:15 PM
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Slash.
The eerie sound of her leg being amputated was something Delilah surely couldn't miss as she faded in and out of consciousness, her head rolling once more at the feeling of a nose being pressed into her cheek. The blood was a bit much, in Delilah's opinion. A soft pant left the medic as magenta eyes opened once more, adrenaline rushing through her veins from the pure fear she felt. Everything was blurry, a mess, and it smelt like nothing but blood.
Flashback.
Blood splattered walls, pavements, cages, as the tortures had begun. It felt like forever since she had come here, lurching into the bars of cages that not only encaged her, but trapped her sense of confidence as well. Her side burned, ached, bled, from the rose branding they had laid upon her body. She belonged to them. She always did.
Reality.
The sight of Renegade's worried red eyes enraptured the panicking feline, however the only evidence of such was the speeding up of her breathing and increasing amount of cherry blossoms that soaked themselves in the blood that poured out of her.
Everything was fading.
"Bandage.. Stop bleeding.. Heat.. Need wound cauterized.." The felidae whined out, just loud enough for the two of them to hear, before her magenta eyes moved to the satchel that was around her neck. Bandages were in there, Leroy should know how to stop the bleeding if he knew how to cut off the limb, right? Right? She hoped so.
At one point, maybe Delilah would have wanted to die. Death seemed to welcoming to her before she met Ren and the others. The day Morgan saved her from drowning herself in the swamp was the day she had looked at things more clearly. Life was beautiful, magical, enrapturing. Its beauty was unparalleled to the space and stars above them. Maybe it was the stars that destined Ren to come here and live in the same home as her, but Delilah was thankful for him. She was thankful for all of her friends here, even if she didn't know Leroy very well.
A soft gasp shook the feline's body as she began to gasp for air, quick, low gulps eminating the telltale signs of blood loss and hyperventilation. She could feel her body growing cold, almost too cold. No, no, no. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die here. "I don't want to die.." Whimpered out the girl almost inaudibly in between breaths, her lip trembling as her eyes began to roll back once more.
TANGLEWOOD — MEDIC — FEMME — TAGSThe eerie sound of her leg being amputated was something Delilah surely couldn't miss as she faded in and out of consciousness, her head rolling once more at the feeling of a nose being pressed into her cheek. The blood was a bit much, in Delilah's opinion. A soft pant left the medic as magenta eyes opened once more, adrenaline rushing through her veins from the pure fear she felt. Everything was blurry, a mess, and it smelt like nothing but blood.
Flashback.
Blood splattered walls, pavements, cages, as the tortures had begun. It felt like forever since she had come here, lurching into the bars of cages that not only encaged her, but trapped her sense of confidence as well. Her side burned, ached, bled, from the rose branding they had laid upon her body. She belonged to them. She always did.
Reality.
The sight of Renegade's worried red eyes enraptured the panicking feline, however the only evidence of such was the speeding up of her breathing and increasing amount of cherry blossoms that soaked themselves in the blood that poured out of her.
Everything was fading.
"Bandage.. Stop bleeding.. Heat.. Need wound cauterized.." The felidae whined out, just loud enough for the two of them to hear, before her magenta eyes moved to the satchel that was around her neck. Bandages were in there, Leroy should know how to stop the bleeding if he knew how to cut off the limb, right? Right? She hoped so.
At one point, maybe Delilah would have wanted to die. Death seemed to welcoming to her before she met Ren and the others. The day Morgan saved her from drowning herself in the swamp was the day she had looked at things more clearly. Life was beautiful, magical, enrapturing. Its beauty was unparalleled to the space and stars above them. Maybe it was the stars that destined Ren to come here and live in the same home as her, but Delilah was thankful for him. She was thankful for all of her friends here, even if she didn't know Leroy very well.
A soft gasp shook the feline's body as she began to gasp for air, quick, low gulps eminating the telltale signs of blood loss and hyperventilation. She could feel her body growing cold, almost too cold. No, no, no. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die here. "I don't want to die.." Whimpered out the girl almost inaudibly in between breaths, her lip trembling as her eyes began to roll back once more.
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