sender cleans blood off of receiver › @viskozen .
PATHETIC. reduced to a mewling babe. the hunger had torn through you with a vengeance as had the transformation. the forever pain that settles in your bones, stretching you to impossible heights yet also twisting your body into something unrecognisable. the pale skin / fingertips coloured like that of a rotting corpse, the need for blood to keep the shifting of your body at bay. precautions had not been enough. the wings and tail painfully splitting through your skin, claws sprouting forth from fingernails. you are nothing more than an animal. uncontrollable. had torn through the morsel on offer. fresh / beating blood filling your mouth and tending to the ache in your body. you are left covered in blood / messy. disgusting. uncouth.
ichor had spread over mouth and chin, down décolletage and satin dress. wish to sulk in a corner until you can recover broken dignity. yet, crouched and huddled upon the cobblestone, you do not find isolation. scientist / for you are an experiment still despite the failure of yourself, knelt down, cloth in hand. futile attempt considering nothing will get the slaughter out of your clothes or hands. yet she still wipes blood off from your face like you're a child. faces the cowering lion with a modicum of kindness.
staring at the daring woman with blazing yellow eyes. still like stone. body tense. allow her to clean your face of evidence. it makes you feel slightly more human. a strained voice / harsh whisper that would not be heard were annie any further from yourself. "how nice of you." to thank someone is not in your vocabulary, even less so when you currently do not hold power. but the words carry no bite. too tired to care further about the situation.
