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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
— Take a moment to think of just
tanglewood
- medic
18 months old
physically medium
emotionally easy
mentally easy
demiheterosexual heteroromantic
in love with renegadeanthems
completely blind
androphobic
skittish & sensitive
nature faerie
earth manipulation
telekinesis
x-ray vision
- medic
18 months old
physically medium
emotionally easy
mentally easy
demiheterosexual heteroromantic
in love with renegadeanthems
completely blind
androphobic
skittish & sensitive
nature faerie
earth manipulation
telekinesis
x-ray vision
Delilah was fearful in situations like this- she had always believed that something like this could never happen to her. She had already been through enough, the Gods couldn't punish her more than she already had been. Gods, she was so wrong.
Whiplashes covered her greasy pelt, lacking a good cleaning despite Delilah constantly scolding her tribemates to clean their wounds properly. Muscles were sore, claw marks upon her soft, sticky pelt giving it a disgusting appearance. A steel collar was strapped around her throat, tight and restricting of too much oxygen for her to handle, but she could still breathe. Her chain was attached to a wall, the soft clink of steel against the hard sand made her wince.
The girl whom had been torturing her wasn't present, thankfully, and the shelter she had been given was terribly made, lacking any support for her against real nature-based elements, especially rain and wind. Delilah's form was curled up onto the ground, her head weakly pushed against the ground, a rotten mouse in front of her jaws remained uneaten.
She remembered calling out to her friend during her first few whippings, as if he could come and protect her- he would, he promised he would. He was supposed to be her rock. So, when she saw the shadow of black fur, scarred from fights that could not be numbered on one paw, Delilah didn't believe her eyes.
"Ren.. Renny?" Came Delilah's soft whisper, her voice no more than a broken croak as the skinny maine coon remained in place, her metal prosthetic crushed to pieces and discarded off to the side, leaving her stump of a leg to reveal the claw marks over it, nasty and infected.
This was just a dream, just a dream.
Whiplashes covered her greasy pelt, lacking a good cleaning despite Delilah constantly scolding her tribemates to clean their wounds properly. Muscles were sore, claw marks upon her soft, sticky pelt giving it a disgusting appearance. A steel collar was strapped around her throat, tight and restricting of too much oxygen for her to handle, but she could still breathe. Her chain was attached to a wall, the soft clink of steel against the hard sand made her wince.
The girl whom had been torturing her wasn't present, thankfully, and the shelter she had been given was terribly made, lacking any support for her against real nature-based elements, especially rain and wind. Delilah's form was curled up onto the ground, her head weakly pushed against the ground, a rotten mouse in front of her jaws remained uneaten.
She remembered calling out to her friend during her first few whippings, as if he could come and protect her- he would, he promised he would. He was supposed to be her rock. So, when she saw the shadow of black fur, scarred from fights that could not be numbered on one paw, Delilah didn't believe her eyes.
"Ren.. Renny?" Came Delilah's soft whisper, her voice no more than a broken croak as the skinny maine coon remained in place, her metal prosthetic crushed to pieces and discarded off to the side, leaving her stump of a leg to reveal the claw marks over it, nasty and infected.
This was just a dream, just a dream.
FLEXIBILITY, LOVE, & TRUST —
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