10-19-2018, 08:10 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]She was quite proud of herself. She had captured someone, finally, after pondering over it for quite some time.
She wasn't a fighter, to be frank. She didn't know much about combat besides swinging your paws and hoping you hit someone. It was almost entertaining until she got knocked over and beaten up. But, with luck on her side, she had managed to meet someone who wasn't good at it, either. Or at least, refused to fight, like she had once. Either way, she didn't care--she had finally got her paws on somebody.
Of course, it had come at a price. All the movement had irritated her wounds, which weren't yet done healing. Now blood began to soak through the bandages, but she didn't pay it any mind, pretended not to care. Instead she focused on her capture, though, as she looked at her, she began to grow uncertain. Was this right? She had always been against this sort of thing, at least until she joined the Pitt. Their ways had changed her, or maybe it was being victim to how cruel the world could really be when she was captured by the Typhoon. No matter the cause, she wasn't the same.
If you didn't capture her, she'd probably capture you. Maybe even kill you. She would go on and hurt everyone else.
That thought managed to wash away any doubts she had, the irrational concept scaring and angering her. The group's 'us against the world outlook' had already been engraved in her brain, not helping what little bit of trust she had left. None was safe, or to be trusted.
None would hurt her or her clan-mates. Sitting back with a huff, Cosette stared down at Delilah, catching her breath before reaching over and nudging the other female. "Wakey-wakey. You're in the Pitt."
[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
sorry for the delay!! i kind of forgot abt it until now alsghdgsdf
She wasn't a fighter, to be frank. She didn't know much about combat besides swinging your paws and hoping you hit someone. It was almost entertaining until she got knocked over and beaten up. But, with luck on her side, she had managed to meet someone who wasn't good at it, either. Or at least, refused to fight, like she had once. Either way, she didn't care--she had finally got her paws on somebody.
Of course, it had come at a price. All the movement had irritated her wounds, which weren't yet done healing. Now blood began to soak through the bandages, but she didn't pay it any mind, pretended not to care. Instead she focused on her capture, though, as she looked at her, she began to grow uncertain. Was this right? She had always been against this sort of thing, at least until she joined the Pitt. Their ways had changed her, or maybe it was being victim to how cruel the world could really be when she was captured by the Typhoon. No matter the cause, she wasn't the same.
If you didn't capture her, she'd probably capture you. Maybe even kill you. She would go on and hurt everyone else.
That thought managed to wash away any doubts she had, the irrational concept scaring and angering her. The group's 'us against the world outlook' had already been engraved in her brain, not helping what little bit of trust she had left. None was safe, or to be trusted.
None would hurt her or her clan-mates. Sitting back with a huff, Cosette stared down at Delilah, catching her breath before reaching over and nudging the other female. "Wakey-wakey. You're in the Pitt."
[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
sorry for the delay!! i kind of forgot abt it until now alsghdgsdf