08-19-2020, 07:18 PM
DELILAH EVERGARDEN
"The Gods have forsaken us."
Delilah's past echoed yearns of relief from the pain. Memories overlapping and passing until her heart felt numbed- as a child, she had been troubled. It was painful, to look back on the traumatized little child she had been. Her first death, the loss of her siblings, her lover's betrayal.
And now, she dealt with her own mistakes. A one night stand that led to children.
Soft were the croons of the draconic fae as aching joints carried the femme away from the newfound gathering area- she had been heading back to her home in the swamp, but had been stopped by the blurry sight of someone- something, laying in the water. Obvious scents of familiarity, smudged scents of blood and someone she had seen before.
Blurry vision fuzzed over, memories glitching in her head of roars- paws curled over ears, metal clanking and Stryker's breath against her ear.
Pastel eyes shut for a moment, before they reopened and the femme stepped forward, little pink flowers sprouting out of her spine. A low clearing of her throat, before a soft hum left her- conjuration summoned piles of bandages and vials of preciously ground disinfectant herb pastes.
"I'm sure you do not wish to bleed out here.. My name is Delilah, I'm Tanglewood's sawbone.. I'm here to help, so please don't struggle."
Her voice was soft, the scottish accent not too thick- moreso elegant and serene instead. She sounded like she had been taught regal mannerisms, as if she came from a family of rich standards and traditions. Telekinesis lifted the gauze up to clean and disinfect the wounds she could reach.
"Can you pull your body out of the water?"
And now, she dealt with her own mistakes. A one night stand that led to children.
Soft were the croons of the draconic fae as aching joints carried the femme away from the newfound gathering area- she had been heading back to her home in the swamp, but had been stopped by the blurry sight of someone- something, laying in the water. Obvious scents of familiarity, smudged scents of blood and someone she had seen before.
Blurry vision fuzzed over, memories glitching in her head of roars- paws curled over ears, metal clanking and Stryker's breath against her ear.
Pastel eyes shut for a moment, before they reopened and the femme stepped forward, little pink flowers sprouting out of her spine. A low clearing of her throat, before a soft hum left her- conjuration summoned piles of bandages and vials of preciously ground disinfectant herb pastes.
"I'm sure you do not wish to bleed out here.. My name is Delilah, I'm Tanglewood's sawbone.. I'm here to help, so please don't struggle."
Her voice was soft, the scottish accent not too thick- moreso elegant and serene instead. She sounded like she had been taught regal mannerisms, as if she came from a family of rich standards and traditions. Telekinesis lifted the gauze up to clean and disinfect the wounds she could reach.
"Can you pull your body out of the water?"
tags - penned by [member=1260]ryuu-tan[/member]