Posts by Sootkit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Oh, gag her, romance. Then again maybe she jut didn't get out there enough. She needed to sort her own feelings out anyways enforce she made any life-altering decisions anyways. She licked her maw and sat down, watching observantly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Watching curiously, the femme wandered over and watched the stranger with wary eyes. Hopefully it wasn't somebody looking to do something reckless/ they had too many of them. Seating herself sorely, she remained quiet.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia] preferably a murderer / rapist / etc that keeps it under over since it won't be long term and she'll have a history of dating really bad people ;3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]just to let you know, deertrot gave me a blank slate gorey & swan offspring, which is scartissue ;3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]*. What the * was she supposed to do with her emotions when they were eating her alive like this? It was no secret that what she felt was wrong. She knew that, god did she know that. She was attracted to dicks, not... that was vulgar. She shook her head to clear it, making her way trough the territory, jogging- exercise, after all, was the only thing that kept her sane. She had taken a brief break from gardening, and while she didn't regret it since it was mandatory for her health she was now left with nothing to keep herself busy. Her teeth grated against each other with each agonizing step that tore open her wounds. As a sticky trail of blood dropped from her stomach she finally stopped running.

"Mother*er," she growled at the wound, the stitches clearly broken and hangin limp as the skin split into the same thing smile along her thin abdomen. She wasn't eating enough, and a wave of nausea and dizziness struck her as she conjured her bandages. Her paw trembled as she reached out for it, struggling to staunch the blood flow. Her vision blurred and she dropped the bandage, watching it through glazed eyes as it rolled away. She stared at the wound again, how the blood streamed out of it and pooled below her.

God, there had been so much blood.

"J-Jesus Christ," she hissed, blinking hard through the nausea and pressing her tremblings paws to the wound. This was bad.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]pokes head in
does somebody want to become friends with scartissue?? i need her to have some friends back in bloodclan for later plots & current ones ;3

[s]perhaps even romance

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]*is poked to death*
RAD!!! i can make a thread!! :3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]These are the only *ing herbs that we have, the nurse said to Kenshin as she strode forward, claws sliding out to sink into the dry earth beneath her. *ing, *ing Bloodclan- they were the ones responsible for her torture, for the pain she was going through, for the mental agony she suffered. And now they were taking the last of their supplies, after burning them? She was furious. "You want our plants so bad? I'll grow one right up your *ing ass!" To complete this threat, she summoned a large vine from the earth, aiming to [color=#ffeedd]wrap it tightly around Keyth's legs and hoping to force him to drop the herbs.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Wasn't this just fucking hilarious. A frosty eating their members alive. Honestly, it wasn't enough to surprise Scartissue, but it still did, fuck it. "Mother of fuck! Sick piece of shit." She snarled this beneath her breath before attempting to send a blast of flames in the dragon's direction. Fire versus ice, how fucking dramatic, somebody call the cameraman.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]ooh that sounds rad!!! yeah i'd love to see this go through ;3 thread??

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]The feline slipped into his den quietly, her anxiety nearly swallowing her whole. She found herself idly picking at a scab on her side, delaying the inevitable. She hated that she had to do this, and she knew exactly how stuck-up it made her sound, but maybe she could put in a way that sounded less *y than it did in her head. Then again, Scartissue had never been one good with words.

"Uh... Kenshin? I'd like to ask about... my recent probation if you have the time." Her words were hesitant, faltering, and it made her feel like *. "I'm not challenging you or anything- I just was to ask for an explanation. So I can fix it." She nodded vigorously, shaking her ears a little, breaths shallow. *. What if he pounced on her, cut her throat like-

Ah, *. She was so *ed in the head.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"I just- opened a wound, is a-all," she panted quietly, her eyes unfocused as she tried to look at the blur in front of her. She reached for her bandages, coming just short, and gasped with pain as it struck up her side. *. More blood. She was going to bleed the * out at this rate. As John and Weston appeared offering help, she wheezed and indicated to the bloodied bandages.

"Just- stop the blood," she said, leaning over on her side and forcing out puffs of air, trying to stay calm. If she had a panic attack here she'd be so *ed. "Apply pressure, but not too much- and then wrap it tight. Until Sasha c-comes." The only person who could help her.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Inactivity. She took a deep breath, accidentally ripping the scab she had been picking at off entirely. She cursed softly and pressed a paw to it, nodding to Kenshin. Inactivity while she had been trying away in the shittiest shithole Bloodclan had to offer- disappearing when some asswipe from the Exiles beat the fuck out of her because she enjoyed it. She had seen a lt of sick fucks in the world, but not as many as she had seen in the last week.

"I understand," she said curtly. Had that just been Kenshin telling her that she was lucky he hadn't kicked her ass to the curb? While it was harsh. She got it. She needed to pick it up. By right now this was the least of her shit storm of problems. "On another note, I want you to know that I was taken prisoner and tortured for information by Bloodclan and the Exiles. And I was nearly raped."

The bitter word fell off of her tongue an hit the atmosphere with a loud slap. It sucke the air out of her. [b]"While I can't do anything about it I was curious if you organize something as.. repercussion, i you don't mind."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]She took a sharp breath as she limped in, trying to put on the best brave face she could muster through the agony. It wasn't hard to realize that Scartissue was abusing herself. She wasn't eating properly, she worked herself raw, and she wasn't taking anything for the pain. In other words, she was forcing herself to suffer. Why? Because she was doing a poor job. Letting her guard down and getting captured- being weak when she needed to be strong. So in a way, she was hardening herself.

"Noted, Kenshin," she breathed through her teeth, gaze sliding to Sasha as she spoke. Fuck, Sasha had been rude? This Iconicbitch must really be... an iconic bitch. I mean, you didn't get that kind of a name for no reason. Insightful parents? Yeah. She doubted it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Oh wait, fuck, was she the only official medic left? Holy Jesus that was a lot of responsibility. Doubt edges into the corners of her mind like some kind of virus, making her feel more sick than she already did, stomach churning nervously. She slunk up behind Sasha- her lifeline as this point- and seated herself sorely, not wincing as pain jarred up at the movement. Remember kids: don't be like good ole Scartissue and force yourself to feel pain to gain endurance. What a great example she was.

"Got it. Shit," she gasped as she felt her skin year near the stomach wound. Oh, you had to be shitting her. She pressed her lips into a thin smile and casually applied pressure to the wound, giving no further indication aside from her curse.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Well shit, that looked painful. She gathered her supplies and teleported, only to he ht with a wave of nausea, swaying in place and dropping the bowl of water, with crashed to the ground with a thud and a splash. She groaned, pressing a paw to her temple and pushing hard. She needed to get it together. Her Clanmate's life was at stake. She shook her head roughly and focused her gaze on Verona, to which she replied for the deputy, "Yes- quickly." Seeing as she had dropped hers and they needed it to clean the shit out so it could be dressed correctly and not let infection in- yeah. They needed it, and soon.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Celandine. She nodded and retrieved the herb, wrapping her paw around it and squeezing as hard as she could, attempted to have it drip into his eye as instructed. If it was successful, she would grab her cobwebs and gently but firmly attempt to press at the injuries near his eye that were there. She was gentle but strong, making sure to clean it entirely as she worked.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]It was really no time for her emotions to override her judgement, but there was nothing she could do about it- so she had avoided Sasha at all costs, and it was becoming horribly obvious that she was doing this as she skipped and skidded around the deputy and remained very quiet and short-circuiting around her. Jesus, why couldn't she get her shit together? It had been together before, by now that she had nearly been slaughtered for information she didn't have she was beginning to realize that she had very little time to do so many things.

And the worst part was that while she had been tortured all she could think about was one fucking person.

"Sasha?" When the femme came into the medicine den she wasn't dressed up and ready to pour he heart out; no, instead she was a fucking mess. Her fur was splotchy with blood and matted and tangled with mud in it to the roots. Even after the first accident where she had torn her stitches she had continued to push herself to her breaking point and now.. she had broken. Her chest heaved for air from the bruised rib and her stomach wound had once more reopened into a smiling infected slice. This, of course, woul he the one scar that followed her wherever she went. Mentally.

"F-Fuck," she sputtered, easing into a sit as she curled her paw around her stomach. She couldn't breathe through the pain, and while she had been fighting to keep her weakness hidden, it was obvious now. From her prominent ribs to her clear signs of overworking herself to the lack of poppy seeds in her stomach. She was falling the fuck apart.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Smoke. It burned her lungs an woke the injured nurse, who immediately limped out f her den and teleported to the scene. "Holy fucking shit," she gasped at the massive flames, blanking momentarily before instinct kicked in. Bringing in hoards of water, Scartissue would attempt to douse out the flames with a constant and expansive amount of water. Focusing on this power was enough to make her dizzy, and she had to struggle to keep from paddin out as se slumped against a tree, breathing hard.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"I was tortured," she replied in a shaking tone, accepting the poppyseeds only to casually hide them under her tongue to dispose of later. Despite the fact that she was in agony she still refused the control the pain- no, this was a test of strength. She squeezed her eyes shut as the memories of claws sinking into her flesh invaded her mind, fresh and warm. "A week ago. I fell when I was.. looking for h-herbs," she lied quickly through her teeth, grinding them together against the pain she was experiences.

As her fur was cleaned she let her gaze flit to observe the femme momentarily, eyeing her movements warily. Her breath hitched in her throat at the closeness, and she felt- se felt trapped in a small space, as if it were closing in on her, eyes glinting with malice; familiar eyes, Sheets eyes, that had once enveloped her with warmth an kindness but now glinted ruthlessly as his cold dagger pressed into her flesh--

"*!"

Her movement was harsh as she ripped away, scurrying a good five feet away from Sasha and pressing her back into the freezing stone wall. The col seeped through and lapped at her hazy consciousness, stealing her breath again. She stayed crouched there for a good minute, gasping for air until the wild fear in her eyes muted to nothing but humiliation. [b]"S-Sorry.. I don't know what the hell's gotten into me."