09-25-2018, 09:31 PM
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//I HAD PREVIOUSLY TYPED THIS OUT BUT HEY??? THE SITE DELETED IT SO OOF
The night was cold, and despite the aching of her bones telling her to rest, just rest, she continued on her hunt for the herbs her tribe so desperately needed to survive winter. She had to eat, she knew she needed to, but Delilah made no move to do so. One more minute, one more second, one more hour, she told herself after that second had passed, leaving her worried with the lack of work she had completed.
Maybe this was what made Delilah so bad at being a doctor, was she not meant to be a medic? Was she so useless that she couldn't even gather three baskets of herbs? Delilah found herself pondering such things.
She pondered so much, that she hadn't realized that her ribs jutted out of her sides, her fluffiness the only thing allowing her to not look starved like she actually was. Her waist was skinny, her hipbones sticking out as the frail maine coon picked her way through the undergrowth.
She had been satisfied with her findings for the night, but she needed to return to her home. Return to her den, where she had kept all of her medical supplies and waited for patients, just like Malphas did. Just like she should.
The pastel feline also hadn't realized how the flow of cheery blossoms stopped suddenly the moment she had made it into the warm cabin that she knew so well. Her home.
She wasn't expecting to drop her herbs onto the ground. She wasn't expecting to collapse. She wasn't expecting to faint, to feel the cold draft of wind through her open door.
Delilah didn't realize just how long she had prevented herself from eating just because she wanted to do her job.
TANGLEWOOD — MEDIC — FEMME — TAGSThe night was cold, and despite the aching of her bones telling her to rest, just rest, she continued on her hunt for the herbs her tribe so desperately needed to survive winter. She had to eat, she knew she needed to, but Delilah made no move to do so. One more minute, one more second, one more hour, she told herself after that second had passed, leaving her worried with the lack of work she had completed.
Maybe this was what made Delilah so bad at being a doctor, was she not meant to be a medic? Was she so useless that she couldn't even gather three baskets of herbs? Delilah found herself pondering such things.
She pondered so much, that she hadn't realized that her ribs jutted out of her sides, her fluffiness the only thing allowing her to not look starved like she actually was. Her waist was skinny, her hipbones sticking out as the frail maine coon picked her way through the undergrowth.
She had been satisfied with her findings for the night, but she needed to return to her home. Return to her den, where she had kept all of her medical supplies and waited for patients, just like Malphas did. Just like she should.
The pastel feline also hadn't realized how the flow of cheery blossoms stopped suddenly the moment she had made it into the warm cabin that she knew so well. Her home.
She wasn't expecting to drop her herbs onto the ground. She wasn't expecting to collapse. She wasn't expecting to faint, to feel the cold draft of wind through her open door.
Delilah didn't realize just how long she had prevented herself from eating just because she wanted to do her job.
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