11-19-2018, 04:02 AM
[glow=black,1,400]DID I HIT THE SPOT, PISS YOU OFF, MAKE YOU A FOOL IN FRONT OF EVERYONE — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Arrow was not well versed in damning situations like this. She was of course the lighthearted one, the one that carried a lopsided smile but not much else was on record besides being a general nuisance. Personal connections weren't often made, or at least they didn't last, Stocking and Malphas were gone after all. But even that paled in comparison to how she was feeling now.
Delilah had done nothing wrong, her innocence had persisted even when she was so cruelly mistreated and abused over time and yet here she was, attacked by some god forsaken creature carrying the Roseblood name. That is what she caught scent of after all. Bastards. Did they know? Was this planned? Yeah, yeah, kill the medic, such a fantastic battle plan wasn't it? It felt too coincidental to be an accident. What was the meaning behind it all?
"Delilah!" She hadn't witnessed the attack, nor did she really pick up on the specific scent beyond the metallic sting of blood, but with the mournful sounds of those already there, Arrow could pick up on what the commotion at hand was currently about, and in horror she came to realize it was nothing short of a nightmare made reality. She couldn't be....dying. They'd just rescued her! She'd survived.
She was a dirty, filthy waste of air and flesh for showing up so late. Early enough and she could have stayed longer through what were undoubtedly the final moments, earlier still and she could have maybe taken her place. She should have been in her place, she had escaped too much and had sins up the ass. But no. She was standing here, breathing and unharmed, and Delilah was dying.
She brushed Delilah's cheek with her paw, the fur along her spine raising, or at least as much as it could, as the sight of blood and soft pink fur mixed together, it was disgusting. "Delilah, you can't just leave like this. Who's gonna help me when I run into a wall or somethin'?" She tried to make a joke, but it came out pained and pathetic. "You can't go, Flower Girl! You're the only family I got!"
Delilah had done nothing wrong, her innocence had persisted even when she was so cruelly mistreated and abused over time and yet here she was, attacked by some god forsaken creature carrying the Roseblood name. That is what she caught scent of after all. Bastards. Did they know? Was this planned? Yeah, yeah, kill the medic, such a fantastic battle plan wasn't it? It felt too coincidental to be an accident. What was the meaning behind it all?
"Delilah!" She hadn't witnessed the attack, nor did she really pick up on the specific scent beyond the metallic sting of blood, but with the mournful sounds of those already there, Arrow could pick up on what the commotion at hand was currently about, and in horror she came to realize it was nothing short of a nightmare made reality. She couldn't be....dying. They'd just rescued her! She'd survived.
She was a dirty, filthy waste of air and flesh for showing up so late. Early enough and she could have stayed longer through what were undoubtedly the final moments, earlier still and she could have maybe taken her place. She should have been in her place, she had escaped too much and had sins up the ass. But no. She was standing here, breathing and unharmed, and Delilah was dying.
She brushed Delilah's cheek with her paw, the fur along her spine raising, or at least as much as it could, as the sight of blood and soft pink fur mixed together, it was disgusting. "Delilah, you can't just leave like this. Who's gonna help me when I run into a wall or somethin'?" She tried to make a joke, but it came out pained and pathetic. "You can't go, Flower Girl! You're the only family I got!"