11-19-2018, 11:24 PM
Delilah Evergarden
tanglewood - medic | 19 m/o | femme | dark faerie
tanglewood - medic | 19 m/o | femme | dark faerie
//Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster, yall. This is a lot, so I'll be separating it all into parts for each of the characters whom arrived.
Delilah never liked the taste of blood, to be honest. She never knew why vampires adored the copper taste, or why they even hunted in the first place. When she ate, it was rare, but normally in the form of cleaned meats free of blood- Renegade had taken up the chore of making sure she ate after her last starvation period that made her pass out. It wasn't fun. Well, that wasn't to say this was fun, either.
She was choking on her blood slowly by the time Leroy arrived, his tone hushed but she could hear it. She could hear it clearly. She felt her heart thump roughly in her chest as he leaned to ask her the question. Who did this to her- she couldn't see who it was. The smell should have been obvious, but she didn't want to be mean and not answer him. "Rosebloods.." She choked out, her paws shaking as she could just smell the frustrations bubbling up in the canine. The blind feline didn't dare to move just yet- she was unsure of how deep her wound was, but she was sure moving without thinking first would lead her to bleed out faster. She could stay a little longer if she begged the Earth Mother.
She never did anything wrong. It wasn't her fault that she was destined to die like this- it was fate that she had to endure all of this pain. She was meant to die a terrible death- it was predicted the moment she was born without wings. Impurity, disgusting, a monster. It wasn't her fault that she had been born.
She would have continued to try to comfort Leroy, but he didn't seem to say anything else, and she slowly blinked in understanding. A soft, choked cough left her mouth as Morgan arrived, her fur staining with crimson igor and sticking to her skinny form. She wished she had found someone to be her apprentice- she found herself facing the other canine as he walked over, laying his head on her dying form, but she didn't seem to mind, a look of apology flashing past her blind, pale pink irises. She could smell the sadness radiating from the fluffy canine, and found that her tail had moved to gently brush against the male's head, as if shakily trying to comfort the leader of the clan that adopted her.
"Now, now.." She sputtered, inhaling through her nose uncomfortably. "This isn't.. How my older brother should be acting, is it..? You know this can't be stopp-ed.. The wound's too.. Deep.." She tried to joke, but found herself trembling in her own fear of dying. Morgan had stopped her from dying once- and now, she knew why he felt so scared again. He was going to lose her this time, he couldn't save her. You can't blame yourself for it.. I'll smack you in my grave if you do..
Then, came Arrow's presence, her reaction a bit different than the others, but Arrow-like in her own right. Jokes- she always tended to make jokes at the worst times. She had been rescued by her best friend after losing her sight- Arrow had been the one to lead her out, to save her while her clanmates kept the Pitt busy. Delilah had been holding back the flow of tears in her eyes up until now, but now she couldn't, her paws quaking with shakes as Arrow begged her to stay. A bitter laugh left the pink felidae's lips, blood sliding out past her lips as she did so. "I'm sorry.." She tried to laugh some more at the joke, but found her limbs growing cold.
Ah, the time was nearing. Her tail dropped from Morgan's head, and she could feel her head pounding- her heart not pumping enough oxygen through her body to allow her to hold up any of her appendages anymore. It was growing nearly impossible to breathe, but she could still feel the faint jab of her bond with Renegade. He was confused, scared, worried about something.
The smell of him was strong against her nose, and welcomed- the smell of burnt embers and elmwood, a smell she had come to love. She could feel pressure on her throat, but it wasn't like she could breathe well anyways- the pressure wouldn't stop the bleeding. He was panicking, she could feel the emotions pick through the numbness she felt from blood loss, from impending death.
She opened her lips to speak, but only more blood sputtered out, so instead she gave him a weak smile, barely manageable with the lack of feeling in her body.
The felidae had closed her eyes to focus on him, on their connection. Their bond. Connecting the two through a telepathic branch, the feline let her eyes close as she focused on getting out her last few words to him. It was a warm feeling, the connection between the two. Her paws had grasped his cheeks mentally, pushing her forehead against his own as she tried to calm him down. "It isn't your fault, you couldn't have stopped this, Renny." She spoke softly, a gentle smile on her face as she pushed her fur into his. She didn't have much time. Glancing up at him, she took a deep breath. "I love you. Every time I look at you, all I can think of is how I want to spend forever with you.. How I want you to stay by my side forever. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.. It wasn't supposed to be as I die, and I'm so sorry, Ren.. I love you so, so much. You are my blessing in life, my breath, the fire in my heart that I could never get enough of.. You're my soulmate, Ren.. I know it, I always knew it." She laughed softly, her voice soon distorting as she felt the line of telepathy break, snapping back into reality.
Her body was stilling, growing cold, and she was using her last amount of strength to use telekinesis to lift her scarf off of her body, filled with her buttons and the strong smell of herbs and cherry blossoms, tying it around Renegades neck loosely, her heart necklace sliding to fall next to Morgan. She wished she could have done more for them, she wished she could found someone to train so they wouldn't be without a medic- it was stupid of her to jump into a fight without thinking.
It had taken a few more seconds, but soon, the maine coon's head fell limp, rolling to the side as she closed her eyes, a peaceful smile on her face.
Delilah Evergarden had died slowly, painfully, but her last moments had been spent with those around her. Those she loved and cared about.
She loved them.
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