HOW TO PIMP A BUTTERFLY & body change

[delphinium]

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☼ - Cannibalism. Murder. These were not particularly new concepts to Delphinium. She had been spared of ever having to partake in either, in her youth knocking her opponents unconscious rather than cleaving their weak spots or avoiding their heavy strikes if they took the offensive first- even in the rebellion of Snowbound she had been away, acquainting herself with the edges of their lands rather than risking her life for people she did not even know the name of yet. Cowardly, selfish, clever, self-defensive, Delphi had labelled herself with every descriptor she could think of when she knowingly stepped away from the uprising against the Pitt. It was not a bloodshed she wanted to see, it was not her war to fight nor was it her victory to celebrate. Childish as she may be at times, as common her habit of turning a blind eye to things she disliked, Delphinium would not pretend that she did not know what came after war. Bodies, blood, death, decay. Disgusting to all the senses, but necessary. Giving back to Earth what had been taken away from it. A sickened part of Delphinium wondered what happened to those that died at the Sanctuary, either from natural causes, intense experimentation, or wounds that could not be healed from aptitude tests. Wounds that the humans sometimes refused to heal. Nature was cruel, but mankind was crueler, and at least those who flung themselves recklessly into war were met with a relatively quick demise. Not death at the hands of a curable disease. A death with honor, even if it was shrouded by pride - or cowardice. There was honor to be had in fighting for a cause one believed in, rather than being selected to die "for science" by someone else.

The navy blue kitsune had been busy in her cabin tending to her few planted seedlings, paws caked with a thin layer of dirt as she gently nudged the planted seed of a larkspur onto the windowsill. She hated the grime it created, the grit between her toes was a sensation that lingered far after having submerged her paws in a stream to cleanse them. But Delphi tended to them nonetheless, murmuring half-hearted prayers to any entity she could think of that her seeds would sprout come springtime. Past the potted larkspur came a sudden burst of light, immediately catching Delphinium's attention as olive green eyes snapped up from her pet project to the lands beyond her cabin. She did not recognize the glowing figure, but she certainly recognized as Nui collapsed, struggling on her side. Immediately the mythic pushed off of the window, clipped wings instinctually flaring outward and flapping uselessly as if it would help her move any faster. As Delphinium neared the rabbit her wings drew in tight once more, replaced by the flaring of her eight tails behind her. "Are you alright?" Delphinium questioned despite Nui's blatant announcement that "something's happened to me". An onyx nose reached down in an attempt to help stabilize the rabbit, but she withdrew her touch at the next inquiry. A mirror? It was an... odd request, but - "A mirror? I, ah, I might have one," although, truthfully, she wasn't entirely sure where it was. It certainly wasn't hers to begin with, not vain enough to warrant the desire of keeping polished glass simply to look at herself. But a small handheld mirror had been collecting dust in the cabin Delphi moved into, and she never bothered to throw it out. Turning heel quickly, the kitsune hurried back to her cabin.

Her home was mostly gardening supplies at the moment - clay pots, treated earth, small seeds kept in individual sacks. The silver mirror was a stark difference from the earthen brown of the rest of her home. Not wanting to grab the mirror directly in her mouth after it had been collecting a hearty layer of dust for who knows how long, Delphinium instead opted to lift it telekinetically, watching it wobble in front of her as her nerves slowly got the best of her. Once again the kitsune turned rapidly, pushing the door open so the mirror could follow behind her. The trembling in the object stopped as she left her home, centering her mind and choking down any fear of the worst. Returning to Nui, Delphi let the mirror drop onto the permafrost, dulled glass facing upward. "It's not clean, but it's a mirror."