01-13-2023, 02:18 AM
Angelbeats
✯ — "speech" "thoughts" "actions"
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What happened? Where was she? WHEN was she? Angel didn't know, nothing looked even remotely familiar. Her last memories consisted of sweet moments with her husband and girlfriend, then leaving the mansion. The blood, so much blood. The absolute agony of claws tearing her to shreds. Then sweet blackness. She remembered a fuzzy plane where she floated, no pain, no feeling at all just simply being. Then the world came into focus, the blinding searing pain in her mid section made her stomach turn and try to vomit however she couldn't remember the last time she ate so it was all just dry heaves into the dirt.
The catsune dragged herself along the ground, her white and pink fur matted with dirt and dried blood. Her middle was a jagged half healed scar, her wings were ripped to shreds, she was pretty sure she'd never fly with them again IF she got to keep them. Or if she kept this new chance at life, there was no guarantee infection wouldn't put her back into the ground before she had the chance to retake this opportunity for life. many other tears to her flesh were in various stages of healing, deep bruising and the lava on the lungs feeling in her chest gave her the good assumption that her ribs her broken. that little cub really took her for a spin.
angelbeats was also beginning to realize that she'd never get her revenge. she was no longer in her own world. her family...her friends...her children...her loves...they were all gone. she'd never be whole again even if she recovered. what else was left for her? to conquer a group in this world now? have new litters? would it even be the same? she had no clue, she didn't dare think that far ahead when her own mortality was very much so within her paws.
the sole remaining blood member of the Arcanium family continued on. Golden claws took hold into the ground beneath her, her resolve settled. She would live. She would find civilization. She would LIVE. There was simply no other option.
The catsune dragged herself along the ground, her white and pink fur matted with dirt and dried blood. Her middle was a jagged half healed scar, her wings were ripped to shreds, she was pretty sure she'd never fly with them again IF she got to keep them. Or if she kept this new chance at life, there was no guarantee infection wouldn't put her back into the ground before she had the chance to retake this opportunity for life. many other tears to her flesh were in various stages of healing, deep bruising and the lava on the lungs feeling in her chest gave her the good assumption that her ribs her broken. that little cub really took her for a spin.
angelbeats was also beginning to realize that she'd never get her revenge. she was no longer in her own world. her family...her friends...her children...her loves...they were all gone. she'd never be whole again even if she recovered. what else was left for her? to conquer a group in this world now? have new litters? would it even be the same? she had no clue, she didn't dare think that far ahead when her own mortality was very much so within her paws.
the sole remaining blood member of the Arcanium family continued on. Golden claws took hold into the ground beneath her, her resolve settled. She would live. She would find civilization. She would LIVE. There was simply no other option.
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✯ — true hermaphrodite. totf and the pitt. extreme. — ✯
[div style=" font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]— 乂 — relentless you'll survive! - catsune! - [tags]! — 乂 —