02-18-2021, 06:59 AM
(Edited 03-01-2021, 07:01 PM by DANTE NORTHWEST..)
[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
//TRIGGER WARNING: this thread starts to talk about drug/drug abuse towards the bottom of the first and the top of the second page
By now, what Dante had done to the Tanglewood visitor wasn't a secret by any means, nor was the punishment that Gael gave him. In a way, the hybrid didn't really see it as a punishment, as he enjoyed being by himself and he could care less about what people thought of him. But on the other hand, it meant he had to fend for himself and do things he normally wouldn't - such as hunting or caring for his wounds. Hunting in of itself wasn't really
a problem, though it was frustrating when he wasn't sober.
Dante's wounds on the other hand? Not quite as easy. The hybrid had messily collected cloth in his home and used them as tourniquets as much as he could, but other than that, Dante had no idea what to do in order to keep his wounds from getting worse or infected. The cold weather certainly didn't help, with the air making the wounds hurt when he moved. But hey - that's what drugs were for. Numbing the pain.
For now, Dante was relaxing in town, with his injuries open and exposed to the cold air. He didn't seem to be in pain or realize that what he was doing could make them worse, but ignorance was bliss, right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
By now, what Dante had done to the Tanglewood visitor wasn't a secret by any means, nor was the punishment that Gael gave him. In a way, the hybrid didn't really see it as a punishment, as he enjoyed being by himself and he could care less about what people thought of him. But on the other hand, it meant he had to fend for himself and do things he normally wouldn't - such as hunting or caring for his wounds. Hunting in of itself wasn't really
a problem, though it was frustrating when he wasn't sober.
Dante's wounds on the other hand? Not quite as easy. The hybrid had messily collected cloth in his home and used them as tourniquets as much as he could, but other than that, Dante had no idea what to do in order to keep his wounds from getting worse or infected. The cold weather certainly didn't help, with the air making the wounds hurt when he moved. But hey - that's what drugs were for. Numbing the pain.
For now, Dante was relaxing in town, with his injuries open and exposed to the cold air. He didn't seem to be in pain or realize that what he was doing could make them worse, but ignorance was bliss, right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]