M. broken halo

Palaydrian Soul · 05-29-2012, 04:00 PM

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WC:: 6+This is an AW thread, but let Jiva respond first. Logistics of her injuries are still being negotiated and will be edited/posted in this OOC spot. Just be vague for the time being as I update!
Injuries, Update June 5 :
Bite marks in her neck (new)
Rope burns on her wrists (new)
Blackened Right Eye,
Swollen face,
Bloodied Lips,
Bruised ribs, both sides,
Various knife cuts on her arms and legs,
Deeper cut (Aram’s marking) on her inner right thigh,
Bruised wrists/handprints on her wrists.

The bastard had let her go with a sadistic promise, planting the seeds of fear into the broken angel’s mind and adding yet another horrible event to her recurring nightmares. Her bloodied legs carried her over the earth in shaky steps as wracking sobs tore from her bruised and bloodied face. She blinked back beads of sweat mingled with her essence out of her eyes and blindly stumbled away from the scene with Aram’s laughter ringing in her shell shocked ears. Her body had been brutally abused, and the young fae collapsed in the stream she had so fatefully crossed earlier that day.

The icy chill of the water woke up her senses and caused the cuts on her arms and legs to scream out in agony. Never before had she felt so dirty in her entire life, but Drin was becoming a zombie in the current as she blankly stared ahead and scrubbed at her fur with her throbbing hands. Shaking from shock and the cold, the battered girl left the stream and continued to the grass copse where she had originally stowed her bag. The berries were still intact, it was as if nothing had happened...but she was ignoring the various bleeding locations on her body and the fact that she couldn’t see out of her swollen shut right eye. Everything is fine.

Another wracking cry escaped her lips, it was if she were two people. One was very aware of what had just happened and the other wanted to avoid facing reality even though her body was screaming out in protest. She needed to rest, but what if Aram changed his mind, found her, and finished the deed? Drin snarled and picked up her bag and immediately winced in pain. Her left goldeneye, touched by the sea under her pupil was now also etched in blood, but it stared down at her gloved hands gripping the leather strap of the bag. She placed the bad gently in the grass and ran a hand carefully over her left wrist. Her heart quickened its pace in outrage as her fingers gingerly traced the outline of a handprint. Her right had the same indentation, but was a little more tender as she had previously hurt that wrist.

Her fingers continued to explore her body, outlining the cuts on her arms, feeling the swollen fur rising around her rib cage, cautiously dancing over what used to be her pretty face, and finally but with the most hesitation, reaching down between her legs. With a stifled gasp, her right hand felt the angry raised skin of the cuts, his mark, had made on her inner thigh. And the angel lost it, sinking to the ground first to her knees and then curling up on her side, she shook with painful misery and didn’t rise for awhile.

The scent of New Dawn lifted the tawny gold fae’s spirits, but it also broke her heart. She had finally made it back to her home, but she was a bleeding testament of the evil lurking outside her pack’s protective borders. Her body was a menagerie of abuse. Her right eye was completely swollen shut now, her lips were bloodied as well as her face. The various cuts on her body had bled and dried down her arms and legs on her journey back, and her ribs and wrists were now visibly swollen against her golden fur.

Palaydrian carefully placed her satchel on the ground as she tried calling out for help, but only a strangled gasp escaped her lips. She’d apparently gone hoarse during the entire event with Aram when she had called out for anyone to save her, to stop the madman from carving his name in her thigh. Drin was crying softly now, her energy expended, but she figured she’d try one last thing. Her swollen head titled back to the sky and the optime let loose a broken howl. Drin’s head was swimming, the loss of blood and suffering of multiple wounds was too much, the girl fainted.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

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