.:*☆ NOTHING TO LOSE — TORTURE

[DELILAH.]

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DELILAH EVERGARDEN

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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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Men. Men were here. Delilah's eyes widened even further when she heard Benny speak, ears twitching and laying back against her cranium as she scrambled to shift away from both of the men's presences. It didn't matter if the wolf was trying to be kinder- more sympathetic, Delilah couldn't take men. She couldn't tolerate them, she was terrified of them.

She had been paying so much attention to Benny that she hadn't noticed how Cosette had moved until she was right in front of Delilah, hesitance surrounding her to the point that it almost, almost made Delilah pity her. She was just an innocent girl who was in the wrong clan- wrong.

She could have never been so wrong.

Pain flashed through her head as Cosette's claws raked over her eyes, and for a split second, Delilah thought she had died- all pain disappeared for a split second, before it came back in a roaring sear. She wanted to fight back, but the only thing that Delilah could do was scream, scream loudly in pain. She tried to blink away the blood, to make the pain stop, but the more she blinked, the more her vision blurred until it was nothing but shadows and blackness.

"I-I can't see..  What have you done- What did you do to me?!" Shrieked Delilah, the scents surrounding her overwhelming to the point that she had to force herself to the ground against, paws helplessly clutching her eyes, wincing at the pain. Blood dripped onto the ground, the taste of it sharp on her tongue as she gagged. She didn't like the taste of blood- it always made her want to cry. She stuck with living off of fish and rabbits unless it was necessary for her to eat any other food. Rabbits didn't bleed as much, she could just tear straight into them- same with birds.

But this.. She didn't like the taste of her own blood.

Inky, black wings sprouted from her back, splotchy and dripping with charcoal igor onto the ground. An impurity, a scorned faerie born to live an impure future. Flashbacks went through her head, and before she knew it, Delilah was struggling. She was choking, someone was choking her.

"Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" The pastel feline cried out, red staining the cherry blossoms under her paws. It was a pitiful sight, really. She felt tears burn at the cuts on her eyes, tears of red threatening to fall upon numb paws. Rough pawpads clenched into the sand under her, the maine coon fae shivered underneath the gaze she could feel on her.

FLEXIBILITY, LOVE, & TRUST —

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