"Cry holy tears together, so we can live forever!"

Slowly replies to things do to irls things rn

[restyourwearywings]

"Welcome, welcome! Please make yourself comfortable."

Welcome to my Zen ask blog :D

This is my first time doing an ask blog so things might be a bit scattered but I shall try my best!

Responses for ask might be a bit slow because I plan to draw things for most of them!

Because I'm planing on drawing a lot, you are free to message me with the design of you're character if you want them drawn with your design, same with ocs if you wish for them to be drawn!

Speaking if which if you have any questions are want to do something and aren't sure if I'd be comfortable with it you are free to message me, I don't bite( ´∀`)

I do not support Simon but I will not be talking about any of the drama on this blog so please don't send anything relating to that.

My main is @walkingamongflowers !

Rules-

No Nsfw, the person running this blog is a minor.

Thing like gore and violence are fine just please add a warning at the top!

Basic dni, any hate speech is not welcome.

Important AU notes-

Zen uses They/them!

Zen is the caretaker of the place of Zen mode! They are tasked with making sure every who's comes there can rest peacefully there. That includes Sins as long as they don't cause too much trouble.

Zen Mode is heavily impacted by Zens emotional state! The distressed they are, the more cracks appear on the walls and the flowers start to wither.

I'll add more things as things get revealed(^.^)

Tags-

#Care for a short rest? /Random talking

#With my quill./Art!

#Wilted flowers... /Lore comics...

#Im here for whatever you need./asks and threads!

#You deserve rest too. /Entity asks/Interactions

[walkingamongflowers]

Flowers! For you!

I dont remember why I made this because it was a few months ago and I never posted it

[walkingamongflowers]

We'll be back to post regularly in another week ish hopefully we got sick before we even finished unpacking (╥‸╥)

[adam-zen]

"Hello again! I wanted to check in after last time, are you feeling better?"

"If there's anything I can help with or you just want to talk, you are always welcome to visit me!"

- @restyourwearywings

[Sorry for responding to this late, I didn't notice it ^^"]

Hello there again! I'm doing just fine right now :D

How are you? Is there anything I can help you with, let me know! Because As Genesis says: spread the love!

[restyourwearywings]

"Im doing alright, just keeping myself busy. You know how it goes..."

"Im glad to hear that you are doing better now, though. Things can get difficult but its always important to keep looking forward!"

[adam-zen]

Yup! Have you been taking care of your wings and yourself? You better not be neglecting urself :]

[restyourwearywings]

"Ah... well I have been doing my best!"

Their wings press to their back, they've still not dealt with preening their feather. Taking care of others is far easier then taking care of themself.

[adam-zen]

"Hello again! I wanted to check in after last time, are you feeling better?"

"If there's anything I can help with or you just want to talk, you are always welcome to visit me!"

- @restyourwearywings

[Sorry for responding to this late, I didn't notice it ^^"]

Hello there again! I'm doing just fine right now :D

How are you? Is there anything I can help you with, let me know! Because As Genesis says: spread the love!

[restyourwearywings]

"Im doing alright, just keeping myself busy. You know how it goes..."

"Im glad to hear that you are doing better now, though. Things can get difficult but its always important to keep looking forward!"

[restyourwearywings]

Ooc// this blog should be back to posting regularly in about a week!! I have moved and now I just need to get everything set up then back to normal posting ^^

[poor-sinner]

Quiet, crackly breaths. Uneven, dragging footfalls.

"nnnkkkkhh." A pained whimper came from up ahead, soon followed by a choked yelp as he collapsed. Then, quiet sobbing.

The familiar dagger buried deep in his side, twisting itself deeper, told □□□□ everything.

She had found him again.

[pings below - sorry for the bother - not forcing anything]

@autisticjar @looping-the-rooms @dozer-official @kookoo-official @a-tainted-dove @restyourwearywings @rotten-filthy-things @litany-official [+more graceblogs i couldn't find/think of]

[restyourwearywings]

They make a small gasp at the bloody scene in front of them, their hands immediately coming to cover their mouth.

Still, this was not time for them to them to be the one too panic. They rush to the sinners side.

"Oh, dear..."

[poor-sinner]

"nnhhh." A small, pained whine escaped him, tears rolling down his cheeks. His blood was staining his robes, and more had been smeared on the ground where he'd collapsed.

The dagger, having twisted itself about 90°, slowly started pushing itself deeper, forcing him to twitch, then kick at nothing.

[restyourwearywings]

"Ok.. it's going to be ok."

The quickly kneel next to the sinner, not caring if blood got on their robes. Carefully the reach out, holding the handle of dagger so it couldn't go deeper. While they try to as gently as possible move the sinner onto their un-injured side. Moving their wing under the sinners head.

They'd seen their fair share of injured sinners before, but it hasn't gotten easier.

[poor-sinner]

Even as the dagger was grabbed, the miniscule movements caused searing agony to spread through him - inside him - like wildfire.

The dagger was trying to pull out of their hand by wiggling. It managed to escape for a second, which was enough for it to push itself in hilt deep with a muffled cruuunch.

"aKKGH--!" He let out a choked yelp as he felt the pain traveling deeper. Blood stained Zen's wing as he coughed. Fresh tears washed the ichor away in spots.

His blood was slowly spreading in a pool under him. His robes were wet with ichor.

[restyourwearywings]

"Sorry, I'm so sorry..."

They hated the feeling of blood on their wings. But it didn't matter right now. Blood could be washed off, and clothes could be replaced.

They need to get the dagger out, that was clear enough... but that was a lot easier said then done when it was activity fighting against them.

Without a second thought, they ribbed off a piece of the end of their robes. Pressing the fabric around where the dagger was.

[poor-sinner]

A quiet whisper, both far and close.

"Deggur, stop."

Immediately, the dagger stopped fighting them, no longer having a mind of its own, becoming a simple object again.

As the fabric pressed down against his wound, it quickly stained a dark red.

If Zen were to feel the sinner's skin, they'd feel it as being cold and clammy, as if he were suffering from blood loss. Oddly, his skin was still that uniform vanta-black color. His breathing was quiet, strained, and crackly.

[restyourwearywings]

Their head immediately snaps up, glancing around. The dagger was moving anymore. That was good.

"...Thank you."

They whispered, they didn't know who he what they were thanking but it didn't matter right now.

Their focus turns back to the sinner. They tear move fabric off their robes, pressing it over the bloody fabric already there. They would still need to pull the dagger out... but oh were they not looking forward too it. Oh Genesis give me strength.

"I'm going have to pull the dagger out, ok?"

They weren't expecting a response, but they rather say something then nothing.

[poor-sinner]

"nn-hnnn."

All he could do was whimper quietly. He knew what had to happen.

He would never get used to the pain.

So, he bit down on his sleeve, and slammed his eyes shut.

[restyourwearywings]

They sigh, readying themselves. Before wrapping a hand around the hilt of the dagger, while the other hand presses the fabric down.

With a deep breath they pull, immediately putting the dagger to the side so they could put pressure on the wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The tears that always ran down their face was worse, their mouth covered by the wings on their head.

[poor-sinner]

He hissed as they pressed on the wound, gritting his teeth, and -

"--AGKK-!!" - as the dagger was pulled out, he let out a choked, pained shriek that caught in his throat.

One of the dagger's many fishhook-like barbs had caught on his intestines, partially pulling them out with a sickening, wet squelch.

His bleeding had become much heavier now that the dagger had been removed.

[restyourwearywings]

"You did great, I'm so sorry..."

They whince at the sight, but they couldn't get cold feet now. They tear a long part of robes off, using them as makeshift bandages. Their robes could be fixed or replaced.

They press against the wound hard. Their gloves were already soaked with blood. The feeling made them nauseous.

[poor-sinner]

"hh... hurts..."

The dry fabric on his raw flesh stung horribly, and the pressure being put on the wound was causing him to tense up and quiver.

Even so, his expression did not match his body language; his eyes were glassy, pupils dilated and unfocused. He looked dead.

[restyourwearywings]

"I know, I'm sorry. I wish there was more I could do..."

This was far from the first time they'd seen wounds this bad. They'd been here for as long as they could remember and even with them staying in Zen most of the time... bloodshed was nothing new.

They keep pressing on the wound. Hoping the blood would at least slow. Carefully they shift, keeping their wings under the sinners head. It was far from a comfort way to have their wings bent, but it was the most comfort they could offer.

[poor-sinner]

The bleeding suddenly slowed down dramatically, then stopped.

The sound of sizzling and the smell of burning flesh filled the area as a bright light began to emanate from the wound's location.

Zen's torn robes regenerated themselves, leaving them feeling pleasantly warm.

...the sinner's wounds had been cauterized, somehow.

[restyourwearywings]

They make a small gasp. Moving their hand away from the sinners wound. Then looking at their now repaired robes. The warmth was nice.

"...Thank you, thank you so much."

They bring their hands over their heart. Taking just a moment to breath.

Still, they dont take long. Switching back to looking over the sinner.

[poor-sinner]

...he'd fallen asleep. It was as if the energy used to heal him and renew Zen's robes had come directly from him. On top of that, he had only been healed after the dagger had been removed and the bleeding had stopped.

...while he looked pathetic in his initial appearance, now he looked... cuddleable? Was that a word?

...he looked like he needed to be kept warm.

[restyourwearywings]

Good. It made sense that the sinner need rest after that. They take over the cloak part of their robes and puts it over him. Before shifting the sinner onto their lap. Before folding their wings over him.

"Get your rest, you deserve it."

They start humming. no song or or hymn in particular, just nosie.

[poor-sinner]

Quiet, crackly breaths. Uneven, dragging footfalls.

"nnnkkkkhh." A pained whimper came from up ahead, soon followed by a choked yelp as he collapsed. Then, quiet sobbing.

The familiar dagger buried deep in his side, twisting itself deeper, told □□□□ everything.

She had found him again.

[pings below - sorry for the bother - not forcing anything]

@autisticjar @looping-the-rooms @dozer-official @kookoo-official @a-tainted-dove @restyourwearywings @rotten-filthy-things @litany-official [+more graceblogs i couldn't find/think of]

[restyourwearywings]

They make a small gasp at the bloody scene in front of them, their hands immediately coming to cover their mouth.

Still, this was not time for them to them to be the one too panic. They rush to the sinners side.

"Oh, dear..."

[poor-sinner]

"nnhhh." A small, pained whine escaped him, tears rolling down his cheeks. His blood was staining his robes, and more had been smeared on the ground where he'd collapsed.

The dagger, having twisted itself about 90°, slowly started pushing itself deeper, forcing him to twitch, then kick at nothing.

[restyourwearywings]

"Ok.. it's going to be ok."

The quickly kneel next to the sinner, not caring if blood got on their robes. Carefully the reach out, holding the handle of dagger so it couldn't go deeper. While they try to as gently as possible move the sinner onto their un-injured side. Moving their wing under the sinners head.

They'd seen their fair share of injured sinners before, but it hasn't gotten easier.

[poor-sinner]

Even as the dagger was grabbed, the miniscule movements caused searing agony to spread through him - inside him - like wildfire.

The dagger was trying to pull out of their hand by wiggling. It managed to escape for a second, which was enough for it to push itself in hilt deep with a muffled cruuunch.

"aKKGH--!" He let out a choked yelp as he felt the pain traveling deeper. Blood stained Zen's wing as he coughed. Fresh tears washed the ichor away in spots.

His blood was slowly spreading in a pool under him. His robes were wet with ichor.

[restyourwearywings]

"Sorry, I'm so sorry..."

They hated the feeling of blood on their wings. But it didn't matter right now. Blood could be washed off, and clothes could be replaced.

They need to get the dagger out, that was clear enough... but that was a lot easier said then done when it was activity fighting against them.

Without a second thought, they ribbed off a piece of the end of their robes. Pressing the fabric around where the dagger was.

[poor-sinner]

A quiet whisper, both far and close.

"Deggur, stop."

Immediately, the dagger stopped fighting them, no longer having a mind of its own, becoming a simple object again.

As the fabric pressed down against his wound, it quickly stained a dark red.

If Zen were to feel the sinner's skin, they'd feel it as being cold and clammy, as if he were suffering from blood loss. Oddly, his skin was still that uniform vanta-black color. His breathing was quiet, strained, and crackly.

[restyourwearywings]

Their head immediately snaps up, glancing around. The dagger was moving anymore. That was good.

"...Thank you."

They whispered, they didn't know who he what they were thanking but it didn't matter right now.

Their focus turns back to the sinner. They tear move fabric off their robes, pressing it over the bloody fabric already there. They would still need to pull the dagger out... but oh were they not looking forward too it. Oh Genesis give me strength.

"I'm going have to pull the dagger out, ok?"

They weren't expecting a response, but they rather say something then nothing.

[poor-sinner]

"nn-hnnn."

All he could do was whimper quietly. He knew what had to happen.

He would never get used to the pain.

So, he bit down on his sleeve, and slammed his eyes shut.

[restyourwearywings]

They sigh, readying themselves. Before wrapping a hand around the hilt of the dagger, while the other hand presses the fabric down.

With a deep breath they pull, immediately putting the dagger to the side so they could put pressure on the wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The tears that always ran down their face was worse, their mouth covered by the wings on their head.

[poor-sinner]

He hissed as they pressed on the wound, gritting his teeth, and -

"--AGKK-!!" - as the dagger was pulled out, he let out a choked, pained shriek that caught in his throat.

One of the dagger's many fishhook-like barbs had caught on his intestines, partially pulling them out with a sickening, wet squelch.

His bleeding had become much heavier now that the dagger had been removed.

[restyourwearywings]

"You did great, I'm so sorry..."

They whince at the sight, but they couldn't get cold feet now. They tear a long part of robes off, using them as makeshift bandages. Their robes could be fixed or replaced.

They press against the wound hard. Their gloves were already soaked with blood. The feeling made them nauseous.

[poor-sinner]

"hh... hurts..."

The dry fabric on his raw flesh stung horribly, and the pressure being put on the wound was causing him to tense up and quiver.

Even so, his expression did not match his body language; his eyes were glassy, pupils dilated and unfocused. He looked dead.

[restyourwearywings]

"I know, I'm sorry. I wish there was more I could do..."

This was far from the first time they'd seen wounds this bad. They'd been here for as long as they could remember and even with them staying in Zen most of the time... bloodshed was nothing new.

They keep pressing on the wound. Hoping the blood would at least slow. Carefully they shift, keeping their wings under the sinners head. It was far from a comfort way to have their wings bent, but it was the most comfort they could offer.

[poor-sinner]

The bleeding suddenly slowed down dramatically, then stopped.

The sound of sizzling and the smell of burning flesh filled the area as a bright light began to emanate from the wound's location.

Zen's torn robes regenerated themselves, leaving them feeling pleasantly warm.

...the sinner's wounds had been cauterized, somehow.

[restyourwearywings]

They make a small gasp. Moving their hand away from the sinners wound. Then looking at their now repaired robes. The warmth was nice.

"...Thank you, thank you so much."

They bring their hands over their heart. Taking just a moment to breath.

Still, they dont take long. Switching back to looking over the sinner.

[poor-sinner]

Quiet, crackly breaths. Uneven, dragging footfalls.

"nnnkkkkhh." A pained whimper came from up ahead, soon followed by a choked yelp as he collapsed. Then, quiet sobbing.

The familiar dagger buried deep in his side, twisting itself deeper, told □□□□ everything.

She had found him again.

[pings below - sorry for the bother - not forcing anything]

@autisticjar @looping-the-rooms @dozer-official @kookoo-official @a-tainted-dove @restyourwearywings @rotten-filthy-things @litany-official [+more graceblogs i couldn't find/think of]

[restyourwearywings]

They make a small gasp at the bloody scene in front of them, their hands immediately coming to cover their mouth.

Still, this was not time for them to them to be the one too panic. They rush to the sinners side.

"Oh, dear..."

[poor-sinner]

"nnhhh." A small, pained whine escaped him, tears rolling down his cheeks. His blood was staining his robes, and more had been smeared on the ground where he'd collapsed.

The dagger, having twisted itself about 90°, slowly started pushing itself deeper, forcing him to twitch, then kick at nothing.

[restyourwearywings]

"Ok.. it's going to be ok."

The quickly kneel next to the sinner, not caring if blood got on their robes. Carefully the reach out, holding the handle of dagger so it couldn't go deeper. While they try to as gently as possible move the sinner onto their un-injured side. Moving their wing under the sinners head.

They'd seen their fair share of injured sinners before, but it hasn't gotten easier.

[poor-sinner]

Even as the dagger was grabbed, the miniscule movements caused searing agony to spread through him - inside him - like wildfire.

The dagger was trying to pull out of their hand by wiggling. It managed to escape for a second, which was enough for it to push itself in hilt deep with a muffled cruuunch.

"aKKGH--!" He let out a choked yelp as he felt the pain traveling deeper. Blood stained Zen's wing as he coughed. Fresh tears washed the ichor away in spots.

His blood was slowly spreading in a pool under him. His robes were wet with ichor.

[restyourwearywings]

"Sorry, I'm so sorry..."

They hated the feeling of blood on their wings. But it didn't matter right now. Blood could be washed off, and clothes could be replaced.

They need to get the dagger out, that was clear enough... but that was a lot easier said then done when it was activity fighting against them.

Without a second thought, they ribbed off a piece of the end of their robes. Pressing the fabric around where the dagger was.

[poor-sinner]

A quiet whisper, both far and close.

"Deggur, stop."

Immediately, the dagger stopped fighting them, no longer having a mind of its own, becoming a simple object again.

As the fabric pressed down against his wound, it quickly stained a dark red.

If Zen were to feel the sinner's skin, they'd feel it as being cold and clammy, as if he were suffering from blood loss. Oddly, his skin was still that uniform vanta-black color. His breathing was quiet, strained, and crackly.

[restyourwearywings]

Their head immediately snaps up, glancing around. The dagger was moving anymore. That was good.

"...Thank you."

They whispered, they didn't know who he what they were thanking but it didn't matter right now.

Their focus turns back to the sinner. They tear move fabric off their robes, pressing it over the bloody fabric already there. They would still need to pull the dagger out... but oh were they not looking forward too it. Oh Genesis give me strength.

"I'm going have to pull the dagger out, ok?"

They weren't expecting a response, but they rather say something then nothing.

[poor-sinner]

"nn-hnnn."

All he could do was whimper quietly. He knew what had to happen.

He would never get used to the pain.

So, he bit down on his sleeve, and slammed his eyes shut.

[restyourwearywings]

They sigh, readying themselves. Before wrapping a hand around the hilt of the dagger, while the other hand presses the fabric down.

With a deep breath they pull, immediately putting the dagger to the side so they could put pressure on the wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The tears that always ran down their face was worse, their mouth covered by the wings on their head.

[poor-sinner]

He hissed as they pressed on the wound, gritting his teeth, and -

"--AGKK-!!" - as the dagger was pulled out, he let out a choked, pained shriek that caught in his throat.

One of the dagger's many fishhook-like barbs had caught on his intestines, partially pulling them out with a sickening, wet squelch.

His bleeding had become much heavier now that the dagger had been removed.

[restyourwearywings]

"You did great, I'm so sorry..."

They whince at the sight, but they couldn't get cold feet now. They tear a long part of robes off, using them as makeshift bandages. Their robes could be fixed or replaced.

They press against the wound hard. Their gloves were already soaked with blood. The feeling made them nauseous.

[poor-sinner]

"hh... hurts..."

The dry fabric on his raw flesh stung horribly, and the pressure being put on the wound was causing him to tense up and quiver.

Even so, his expression did not match his body language; his eyes were glassy, pupils dilated and unfocused. He looked dead.

[restyourwearywings]

"I know, I'm sorry. I wish there was more I could do..."

This was far from the first time they'd seen wounds this bad. They'd been here for as long as they could remember and even with them staying in Zen most of the time... bloodshed was nothing new.

They keep pressing on the wound. Hoping the blood would at least slow. Carefully they shift, keeping their wings under the sinners head. It was far from a comfort way to have their wings bent, but it was the most comfort they could offer.

[walkingamongflowers]

I got new pens and sticky notes so I doodled zen:D

[gracezone]

// what do I even post whilst waiting for asks actually. I will say I might get the ball rolling on more entity focused stuff just gotta give me a while because rayman has me in a chokehold again lmfao

[restyourwearywings]

Because I dont have anything to post because I'm really busy irl rn have a fun fact!

This blogs name is from the song "Anarchy Station" by Rai_, particularly this part of the song!

Its one of my favorite songs and fits somethings i have planned for this blog later when I'm less busy

[restyourwearywings]

Ooc// Ok my new main account is up!! @walkingamongflowers

I apologize to all the blogs I'm going to re-follow on there/silly

[poor-sinner]

Quiet, crackly breaths. Uneven, dragging footfalls.

"nnnkkkkhh." A pained whimper came from up ahead, soon followed by a choked yelp as he collapsed. Then, quiet sobbing.

The familiar dagger buried deep in his side, twisting itself deeper, told □□□□ everything.

She had found him again.

[pings below - sorry for the bother - not forcing anything]

@autisticjar @looping-the-rooms @dozer-official @kookoo-official @a-tainted-dove @restyourwearywings @rotten-filthy-things @litany-official [+more graceblogs i couldn't find/think of]

[restyourwearywings]

They make a small gasp at the bloody scene in front of them, their hands immediately coming to cover their mouth.

Still, this was not time for them to them to be the one too panic. They rush to the sinners side.

"Oh, dear..."

[poor-sinner]

"nnhhh." A small, pained whine escaped him, tears rolling down his cheeks. His blood was staining his robes, and more had been smeared on the ground where he'd collapsed.

The dagger, having twisted itself about 90°, slowly started pushing itself deeper, forcing him to twitch, then kick at nothing.

[restyourwearywings]

"Ok.. it's going to be ok."

The quickly kneel next to the sinner, not caring if blood got on their robes. Carefully the reach out, holding the handle of dagger so it couldn't go deeper. While they try to as gently as possible move the sinner onto their un-injured side. Moving their wing under the sinners head.

They'd seen their fair share of injured sinners before, but it hasn't gotten easier.

[poor-sinner]

Even as the dagger was grabbed, the miniscule movements caused searing agony to spread through him - inside him - like wildfire.

The dagger was trying to pull out of their hand by wiggling. It managed to escape for a second, which was enough for it to push itself in hilt deep with a muffled cruuunch.

"aKKGH--!" He let out a choked yelp as he felt the pain traveling deeper. Blood stained Zen's wing as he coughed. Fresh tears washed the ichor away in spots.

His blood was slowly spreading in a pool under him. His robes were wet with ichor.

[restyourwearywings]

"Sorry, I'm so sorry..."

They hated the feeling of blood on their wings. But it didn't matter right now. Blood could be washed off, and clothes could be replaced.

They need to get the dagger out, that was clear enough... but that was a lot easier said then done when it was activity fighting against them.

Without a second thought, they ribbed off a piece of the end of their robes. Pressing the fabric around where the dagger was.

[poor-sinner]

A quiet whisper, both far and close.

"Deggur, stop."

Immediately, the dagger stopped fighting them, no longer having a mind of its own, becoming a simple object again.

As the fabric pressed down against his wound, it quickly stained a dark red.

If Zen were to feel the sinner's skin, they'd feel it as being cold and clammy, as if he were suffering from blood loss. Oddly, his skin was still that uniform vanta-black color. His breathing was quiet, strained, and crackly.

[restyourwearywings]

Their head immediately snaps up, glancing around. The dagger was moving anymore. That was good.

"...Thank you."

They whispered, they didn't know who he what they were thanking but it didn't matter right now.

Their focus turns back to the sinner. They tear move fabric off their robes, pressing it over the bloody fabric already there. They would still need to pull the dagger out... but oh were they not looking forward too it. Oh Genesis give me strength.

"I'm going have to pull the dagger out, ok?"

They weren't expecting a response, but they rather say something then nothing.

[poor-sinner]

"nn-hnnn."

All he could do was whimper quietly. He knew what had to happen.

He would never get used to the pain.

So, he bit down on his sleeve, and slammed his eyes shut.

[restyourwearywings]

They sigh, readying themselves. Before wrapping a hand around the hilt of the dagger, while the other hand presses the fabric down.

With a deep breath they pull, immediately putting the dagger to the side so they could put pressure on the wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The tears that always ran down their face was worse, their mouth covered by the wings on their head.

[poor-sinner]

He hissed as they pressed on the wound, gritting his teeth, and -

"--AGKK-!!" - as the dagger was pulled out, he let out a choked, pained shriek that caught in his throat.

One of the dagger's many fishhook-like barbs had caught on his intestines, partially pulling them out with a sickening, wet squelch.

His bleeding had become much heavier now that the dagger had been removed.

[restyourwearywings]

"You did great, I'm so sorry..."

They whince at the sight, but they couldn't get cold feet now. They tear a long part of robes off, using them as makeshift bandages. Their robes could be fixed or replaced.

They press against the wound hard. Their gloves were already soaked with blood. The feeling made them nauseous.

[restyourwearywings]

Ok, so imma keep this kinda short because I don't feel like explaining all my reasons but I will be leaving the graceblogs server.

Most of the people there were really nice but there's some issues with people just not being nice sometimes or just being plan rude. I've been planing to leave for others resons too. But in general i am just not comfortable talking there anymore and I can't deal with all that when I have so much going on irl rn.

This account will still be active and posting, tho still a bit slowly and anyone's frees to message me here or on my new main @walkingamongflowers

[poor-sinner]

Quiet, crackly breaths. Uneven, dragging footfalls.

"nnnkkkkhh." A pained whimper came from up ahead, soon followed by a choked yelp as he collapsed. Then, quiet sobbing.

The familiar dagger buried deep in his side, twisting itself deeper, told □□□□ everything.

She had found him again.

[pings below - sorry for the bother - not forcing anything]

@autisticjar @looping-the-rooms @dozer-official @kookoo-official @a-tainted-dove @restyourwearywings @rotten-filthy-things @litany-official [+more graceblogs i couldn't find/think of]

[restyourwearywings]

They make a small gasp at the bloody scene in front of them, their hands immediately coming to cover their mouth.

Still, this was not time for them to them to be the one too panic. They rush to the sinners side.

"Oh, dear..."

[poor-sinner]

"nnhhh." A small, pained whine escaped him, tears rolling down his cheeks. His blood was staining his robes, and more had been smeared on the ground where he'd collapsed.

The dagger, having twisted itself about 90°, slowly started pushing itself deeper, forcing him to twitch, then kick at nothing.

[restyourwearywings]

"Ok.. it's going to be ok."

The quickly kneel next to the sinner, not caring if blood got on their robes. Carefully the reach out, holding the handle of dagger so it couldn't go deeper. While they try to as gently as possible move the sinner onto their un-injured side. Moving their wing under the sinners head.

They'd seen their fair share of injured sinners before, but it hasn't gotten easier.

[poor-sinner]

Even as the dagger was grabbed, the miniscule movements caused searing agony to spread through him - inside him - like wildfire.

The dagger was trying to pull out of their hand by wiggling. It managed to escape for a second, which was enough for it to push itself in hilt deep with a muffled cruuunch.

"aKKGH--!" He let out a choked yelp as he felt the pain traveling deeper. Blood stained Zen's wing as he coughed. Fresh tears washed the ichor away in spots.

His blood was slowly spreading in a pool under him. His robes were wet with ichor.

[restyourwearywings]

"Sorry, I'm so sorry..."

They hated the feeling of blood on their wings. But it didn't matter right now. Blood could be washed off, and clothes could be replaced.

They need to get the dagger out, that was clear enough... but that was a lot easier said then done when it was activity fighting against them.

Without a second thought, they ribbed off a piece of the end of their robes. Pressing the fabric around where the dagger was.

[poor-sinner]

A quiet whisper, both far and close.

"Deggur, stop."

Immediately, the dagger stopped fighting them, no longer having a mind of its own, becoming a simple object again.

As the fabric pressed down against his wound, it quickly stained a dark red.

If Zen were to feel the sinner's skin, they'd feel it as being cold and clammy, as if he were suffering from blood loss. Oddly, his skin was still that uniform vanta-black color. His breathing was quiet, strained, and crackly.

[restyourwearywings]

Their head immediately snaps up, glancing around. The dagger was moving anymore. That was good.

"...Thank you."

They whispered, they didn't know who he what they were thanking but it didn't matter right now.

Their focus turns back to the sinner. They tear move fabric off their robes, pressing it over the bloody fabric already there. They would still need to pull the dagger out... but oh were they not looking forward too it. Oh Genesis give me strength.

"I'm going have to pull the dagger out, ok?"

They weren't expecting a response, but they rather say something then nothing.

[poor-sinner]

"nn-hnnn."

All he could do was whimper quietly. He knew what had to happen.

He would never get used to the pain.

So, he bit down on his sleeve, and slammed his eyes shut.

[restyourwearywings]

They sigh, readying themselves. Before wrapping a hand around the hilt of the dagger, while the other hand presses the fabric down.

With a deep breath they pull, immediately putting the dagger to the side so they could put pressure on the wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The tears that always ran down their face was worse, their mouth covered by the wings on their head.

[poor-sinner]

Quiet, crackly breaths. Uneven, dragging footfalls.

"nnnkkkkhh." A pained whimper came from up ahead, soon followed by a choked yelp as he collapsed. Then, quiet sobbing.

The familiar dagger buried deep in his side, twisting itself deeper, told □□□□ everything.

She had found him again.

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[restyourwearywings]

They make a small gasp at the bloody scene in front of them, their hands immediately coming to cover their mouth.

Still, this was not time for them to them to be the one too panic. They rush to the sinners side.

"Oh, dear..."

[poor-sinner]

"nnhhh." A small, pained whine escaped him, tears rolling down his cheeks. His blood was staining his robes, and more had been smeared on the ground where he'd collapsed.

The dagger, having twisted itself about 90°, slowly started pushing itself deeper, forcing him to twitch, then kick at nothing.

[restyourwearywings]

"Ok.. it's going to be ok."

The quickly kneel next to the sinner, not caring if blood got on their robes. Carefully the reach out, holding the handle of dagger so it couldn't go deeper. While they try to as gently as possible move the sinner onto their un-injured side. Moving their wing under the sinners head.

They'd seen their fair share of injured sinners before, but it hasn't gotten easier.

[poor-sinner]

Even as the dagger was grabbed, the miniscule movements caused searing agony to spread through him - inside him - like wildfire.

The dagger was trying to pull out of their hand by wiggling. It managed to escape for a second, which was enough for it to push itself in hilt deep with a muffled cruuunch.

"aKKGH--!" He let out a choked yelp as he felt the pain traveling deeper. Blood stained Zen's wing as he coughed. Fresh tears washed the ichor away in spots.

His blood was slowly spreading in a pool under him. His robes were wet with ichor.

[restyourwearywings]

"Sorry, I'm so sorry..."

They hated the feeling of blood on their wings. But it didn't matter right now. Blood could be washed off, and clothes could be replaced.

They need to get the dagger out, that was clear enough... but that was a lot easier said then done when it was activity fighting against them.

Without a second thought, they ribbed off a piece of the end of their robes. Pressing the fabric around where the dagger was.

[poor-sinner]

A quiet whisper, both far and close.

"Deggur, stop."

Immediately, the dagger stopped fighting them, no longer having a mind of its own, becoming a simple object again.

As the fabric pressed down against his wound, it quickly stained a dark red.

If Zen were to feel the sinner's skin, they'd feel it as being cold and clammy, as if he were suffering from blood loss. Oddly, his skin was still that uniform vanta-black color. His breathing was quiet, strained, and crackly.

[restyourwearywings]

Their head immediately snaps up, glancing around. The dagger was moving anymore. That was good.

"...Thank you."

They whispered, they didn't know who he what they were thanking but it didn't matter right now.

Their focus turns back to the sinner. They tear move fabric off their robes, pressing it over the bloody fabric already there. They would still need to pull the dagger out... but oh were they not looking forward too it. Oh Genesis give me strength.

"I'm going have to pull the dagger out, ok?"

They weren't expecting a response, but they rather say something then nothing.