09-30-2018, 11:06 PM
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The warmth of her tribemates was comforting, a heat that she could never get enough of despite the hunger for space, to just be left alone. The prods of someone nudging her, trying to waken her, was successful, however she wasn't too.. There, mentally at least. Her eyes rolled to the side as she felt someone lift her, before the sent of Renegadeanthem hit her nose. Her fluffy ears twitched in turn, before she blinked away the blurriness in her vision. She just wanted to smell him, she wanted to hug Leroy and tell him that everything was fine, but she just couldn't find the strength to open her mouth to speak.
While her cherry blossoms weren't falling from her pelt, the scent of sakura blossoms remained. It always remained, the scent of cherries and flowers, it was something Delilah was known for. She knew that Renegade had often admired the cherry blossoms, and just found herself ashamed that she couldn't produce them right now for him to see. She wanted him to smile all the time, to have that happy sparkle in his eyes.
She couldn't understand what was being said around her at the moment, she didn't get the tongue that the newcomer used. If she did, she would have said something, she would have spoken out, however softly. She was always soft about the things she cared about, she was a soft medic, but she could be strict when pushed out of her comfort zones.
Still, when she saw Bam, an unfamiliar male, the pastel feline whimpered in panic. She wasn't in her head right now. Right now, she was facing the gang members whom had kidnapped her. She was facing the very same men whom had kidnapped and enslaved her, had ruined her, had branded her.
Maybe it was because of how skinny she was right now, but her fur seemed thinner. She shifted weakly, she was trying to hide the branding of the rose which had been burnt into her skin so many moons ago. The damn branding on her stomach, one that meant the lack of her purity and sanity. She didn't want to remember.
No, no.. Stop, I don't want to remember this..
Delilah hadn't realized just how panicky she was getting, she was too busy suffering from the flashbacks of them. Those fucking men, they had hurt her.. They were going to come for her again.
Make it go away. Make it stop..
She hadn't realized that she had began to kick her legs weakly, trying to escape from the grip of the one man she could physically touch without freaking out. Renegade, where was Renegade?
TANGLEWOOD — MEDIC — FEMME — TAGSWhile her cherry blossoms weren't falling from her pelt, the scent of sakura blossoms remained. It always remained, the scent of cherries and flowers, it was something Delilah was known for. She knew that Renegade had often admired the cherry blossoms, and just found herself ashamed that she couldn't produce them right now for him to see. She wanted him to smile all the time, to have that happy sparkle in his eyes.
She couldn't understand what was being said around her at the moment, she didn't get the tongue that the newcomer used. If she did, she would have said something, she would have spoken out, however softly. She was always soft about the things she cared about, she was a soft medic, but she could be strict when pushed out of her comfort zones.
Still, when she saw Bam, an unfamiliar male, the pastel feline whimpered in panic. She wasn't in her head right now. Right now, she was facing the gang members whom had kidnapped her. She was facing the very same men whom had kidnapped and enslaved her, had ruined her, had branded her.
Maybe it was because of how skinny she was right now, but her fur seemed thinner. She shifted weakly, she was trying to hide the branding of the rose which had been burnt into her skin so many moons ago. The damn branding on her stomach, one that meant the lack of her purity and sanity. She didn't want to remember.
No, no.. Stop, I don't want to remember this..
Delilah hadn't realized just how panicky she was getting, she was too busy suffering from the flashbacks of them. Those fucking men, they had hurt her.. They were going to come for her again.
Make it go away. Make it stop..
She hadn't realized that she had began to kick her legs weakly, trying to escape from the grip of the one man she could physically touch without freaking out. Renegade, where was Renegade?
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