kugawing’s pile of art realm

[fulzanin]

Some more tortured Bubua! This would be before both of her eyes were removed, so it's more recent to when she had been locked up in a cardboard box. I still really need practice with shading and highlights but hey, any progress is good progress! Probably!

Meta Knight rubs his mask. “We don’t have time to check! She could be at least injured! Let us just use the baby-rock demon idea.” Meta Knight heads into a random room and calls into it. “The baby rock demons are coming!”
Arthur gave a small huff, and elected to do the same in the other rooms. Nothing, nothing, and more senseless nothing until it was the storage room that was shouted into. One of the boxes was weakly moved, just barely. It was taped shut, and from the outside and far away it looked like a regular box. Closer up, well, it seemed as if bloodied feathers had been shoved into what could be considered breathing holes.
Meta Knight gasps. He careful cuts the box tape and opens it.
Bubua had been trying to make the holes that were used to breathe bigger, but all she had really done is just clog them up. She’d been in a panic attack when she had been shoved and taped into the box, but it wasn’t exactly the most clear that her nearly plucked clean wings (which were bleeding as all wings did when they were nearly ripped clean of their plumage) and a bloodied, foggy and swollen eye were self inflicted. It could be assumed that the monster did such, but in truth it was self inflicted as most of her injuries were. Barely breathing and certainly not aware in the slightest, her energy having been spent in her hyperventilated and feather plucking spree. She did not look healthy in the slightest- being shoved in a tight cardboard box with backfired attempts to breathe could do that. She really looked dead, but the movement said otherwise.

-excerpt from the roleplay~