11-15-2018, 04:39 AM
Delilah Evergarden
tanglewood - medic | 19 m/o | femme | blind
tanglewood - medic | 19 m/o | femme | blind
//TW for Blood/Gore, Flashbacks, and Mentions of Trafficking/Slavery. I'm not sorry.
It had happened so suddenly- maybe it was her fault for walking in on a fight or whatever was happening- she could smell the bad scent in the air, and Delilah's mind went into overdrive. A male, a male was.. Here, on the territory. Delilah had kicked into defense the moment she heard shifting, a soft 'shit' leaving the male's throat, making her flinch. Flashes of memories flickered through her head, and she knew Renegadeanthems would feel the distress running through her system.
Next thing she knew, she had been ran into, the larger body pinning her to the ground. She didn't want to die- She couldn't die- Not now, not now. She still had to tell Renegade how she felt, she had to tell Morgan just how much he meant to her, she had to thank Vigenere, she had to hug Arrow more, she had to comfort Leroy- she didn't understand why it had to be now.
The Earth Mother couldn't take her now, but maybe it was only right. After all, she was always destined to die a horrible death, but Delilah had decided, while the male had pinned her to the ground, that she wouldn't go down without a fight. Blind or not, the girl was still sure she could fight if her life was on the line.
Her black wings had spread out under her, staining the muddy ground with black ink-like ichor, as loud yowls ripped from Delilah's throat, a furious sound, one that was foreign to her. She had lashed out with every bit of strength she could, using her only back leg to try and push the larger male off of her. She wouldn't be enslaved again, she wouldn't go down without a fight- she had to fight!
Move, body, move!
Delilah's pink form was struggling underneath the male, and she knew she had been exhausting herself- especially with the fact that she wasn't trained to fight. She was trained to heal, she wasn't good at fighting- but she could just tell, this male had years of training under his belt; she stood no chance. Still, she fought. And fought. And fought.
Until it had finally ended with a victor, Delilah choking on her own blood as her throat was clawed open, her pale pink eyes widened in fear and shock and.. She couldn't even explain it completely. Everything was black already, she couldn't see anyways, but something about dying blind made everything so much more painful. Soft choking filled the air, the faint smell of blood surrounding her, dying her cherry blossoms with red and crimson igor. Pain. It hurt, so so much. But what could she do?
Hypovolemic shock kicked in, her heart not able to keep up with the amount of blood she was loosing, and the girl found her paws slipping down the man's arms, struggling to breathe despite the fact that everything hurt. She was dying a slow, painful death, and maybe it would have been better if she had fought to save someone, like everyone else.
//Currently, she's going through shock from blood loss. She will die, but very slowly; she is still conscious. She'll officially die in my next post on this thread. ^^
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