05-20-2021, 08:49 PM
[glow=grey,1,400]ONCE A WHORE, YOU'RE NOTHING MORE ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, ESPIONAGE (HP) + WARLORD (HP), COALITION OF THE CONDEMNED, 5 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
//Set sometime after the raid ends obv!
Being a succubus and being a daughter of the infamous Caesar Cipher (who notoriously came back from death often), it was probably no surprise that Aphra was... relatively fine after the raid. Although the Warlord certainly wasn't conscious for the rest of the fight, her spirit had went back to possess her main body - and Aphra was just now coming back to consciousness. As the oriental longhair awoke, she gasped for breath, expecting pain to explode through her, but instead there was nothing... She had a slight headache, sure, but she was alive.
Aphra laid in her bed for a couple of moments however, trying to recover from what happened. She remembered how her heartbeat had been pounding in her head, and the pain she felt for a split second as Roxanne tugged her limbs in two separate directions. Fortunately Aphra had lost consciousness pretty soon after that and therefore didn't really get to experience the pain she would have felt, but it was still... a lot to think about. Even if it wasn't a body that Aphra particularly cared about, it was a rather traumatic death.
Eventually Aphra got to her paws and walked out of her home, though as she stepped outside, she leaned against her home, her legs still shaky. Fuck... Aphra cursed to herself, trying to control her trembling body. There was still blood, guts, and gore surrounding the Coalition's camp, which gave her the impression that this was... only a couple hours or so after The Typhoon had left, presumably getting their Crewmates back. Maybe if Aphra wasn't so shaken up right now, she'd be angry.
But for now, the succubus was rather disoriented still.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Being a succubus and being a daughter of the infamous Caesar Cipher (who notoriously came back from death often), it was probably no surprise that Aphra was... relatively fine after the raid. Although the Warlord certainly wasn't conscious for the rest of the fight, her spirit had went back to possess her main body - and Aphra was just now coming back to consciousness. As the oriental longhair awoke, she gasped for breath, expecting pain to explode through her, but instead there was nothing... She had a slight headache, sure, but she was alive.
Aphra laid in her bed for a couple of moments however, trying to recover from what happened. She remembered how her heartbeat had been pounding in her head, and the pain she felt for a split second as Roxanne tugged her limbs in two separate directions. Fortunately Aphra had lost consciousness pretty soon after that and therefore didn't really get to experience the pain she would have felt, but it was still... a lot to think about. Even if it wasn't a body that Aphra particularly cared about, it was a rather traumatic death.
Eventually Aphra got to her paws and walked out of her home, though as she stepped outside, she leaned against her home, her legs still shaky. Fuck... Aphra cursed to herself, trying to control her trembling body. There was still blood, guts, and gore surrounding the Coalition's camp, which gave her the impression that this was... only a couple hours or so after The Typhoon had left, presumably getting their Crewmates back. Maybe if Aphra wasn't so shaken up right now, she'd be angry.
But for now, the succubus was rather disoriented still.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]