DELILAH EVERGARDEN
"The Gods have forsaken us."
War was inevitable.
Like a cycle of death, Delilah had watched many of the Pitts leaders cause chaos to her home. She had been no stranger to Tanglewood since Morgan's reign, an elder amongst the world around her. Raised upon medicine and helping others, sheltered until she wasn't.
Something was wrong. She couldn't remember it.. What was wrong, again? She could..
That roar..
The smell of Pittian..
Of something unnatural, filthy. Impure.
Escape. Run. Evacuate.
No. You have to move.
You can't fight.
You need to!
Swift were creaking joints as the woman stood from her place amongst a pile of ashes, Sakura blossoms blooming from pale pink scales- giving away her scent far too soon.
Dead bodies were everywhere.
She was passive. She wouldn't.. She couldn't.
A flicker of yellow, pastel eyes moving to catch the movement of her leader. Long limbs carried the wyvern to her destination, enhanced senses tuning in to the harsh breathing of her leader as he attacked.
She couldn't get hurt. She was Tanglewood's medic, she had to stay safe.
Something's wrong.
"Don't get close to him, Vig! You don't know what powers he has!"
It was a loud roar, the medic moving to race over to the Eldritch creature. A monster. Draconic lips parting as sharp fangs were bared at the leader, her body closed inward and pressed to the ground.
"You do not belong here, leave!"
Everything couldn't be settled with peace, naive child.
;; physical injuries permitted, severity can be as bad as a scarred eye or injured wing. please tag if you attack. physically hard and mentally weak.
Like a cycle of death, Delilah had watched many of the Pitts leaders cause chaos to her home. She had been no stranger to Tanglewood since Morgan's reign, an elder amongst the world around her. Raised upon medicine and helping others, sheltered until she wasn't.
Something was wrong. She couldn't remember it.. What was wrong, again? She could..
That roar..
The smell of Pittian..
Of something unnatural, filthy. Impure.
Escape. Run. Evacuate.
No. You have to move.
You can't fight.
You need to!
Swift were creaking joints as the woman stood from her place amongst a pile of ashes, Sakura blossoms blooming from pale pink scales- giving away her scent far too soon.
Dead bodies were everywhere.
She was passive. She wouldn't.. She couldn't.
A flicker of yellow, pastel eyes moving to catch the movement of her leader. Long limbs carried the wyvern to her destination, enhanced senses tuning in to the harsh breathing of her leader as he attacked.
She couldn't get hurt. She was Tanglewood's medic, she had to stay safe.
Something's wrong.
"Don't get close to him, Vig! You don't know what powers he has!"
It was a loud roar, the medic moving to race over to the Eldritch creature. A monster. Draconic lips parting as sharp fangs were bared at the leader, her body closed inward and pressed to the ground.
"You do not belong here, leave!"
Everything couldn't be settled with peace, naive child.
;; physical injuries permitted, severity can be as bad as a scarred eye or injured wing. please tag if you attack. physically hard and mentally weak.
tags - penned by [member=1260]ryuu-tan[/member]