queen of hearts ;; delilah

[DELILAH.]

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DELILAH EVERGARDEN

— Take a moment to think of just

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tanglewood
- medic
18 months old

physically medium
emotionally easy
mentally easy

demiheterosexual
heteroromantic
in love with renegadeanthems

androphobic
skittish & sensitive

nature faerie
earth manipulation
telekinesis
x-ray vision

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Pastel features moved closer to the lynx with hardened determination as she glanced over his face once, twice, once more to be sure he wasn't lying to her. When she was satisfied enough with his answer, the pink felidae let her inky wings disappear, black igor staining the ground under her but she didn't seem to mind. It would dissolve eventually- if not, she could just go and clean it up later. Or get Matias to.

Herb hunting? That sounded fun at least. Delilah had always been rather fond of herb hunting since way before she even became a medic, studying under Malphas as his student and apprentice despite him being seven months younger than her. "Just as long as you're okay with all of the walking. Let me metalbend a prosthetic for my leg.." She murmured, turning to a pile of scrap metal across the room. Shuffling through it enough to find some light, sturdy metal, she used earth manipulation to shape the minerals in the metal, bending it all and mending it together to create a temporarily prosthetic.

Slipping it over her stumpy leg, she put some pressure on the prosthetic before testing it out. It felt stable enough- she could deal with this. "I had to fiddle with this power a bit- but I can metalbend pretty easily." She meowed cheerfully, the soft clanking of her metal claws permeating through her den before she pushed her side up against Ren's own as she walked past him, her tail coming up to cup his chin swiftly before walking out of her den, telekinesis lifting her satchel up and carrying it outside with her.

"Don't fall behind, Renny! Wouldn't want my prince in shining armor to get lo- OOF!" Delilah stumpled, her metal leg getting caught on a root, causing her to fall forward. Her chin hit the ground, Delilah silently scolding herself for being so fucking clumsy. Why was she so damn clumsy? What she didn't know was that as she rolled onto her back to pull her metal leg out of the root, her fur was brushed aside, the branding on her stomach visible. But who cared? Renny wouldn't mind her scars- it wasn't like he caused them or something like that.

Oh, she was in for an emotional rollercoaster..

FLEXIBILITY, LOVE, & TRUST —

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