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Wednesday is constantly buying courtship gifts for Enid....and Enid....appreciates their aesthetic

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Kiss it better

#they look kinda weird nd wonky bc i havent been drawing for like 2 weeks #nd it was basically a warm up comic #but i kinda like it #so u get to see it #vathreOCs #vathre:Elliott #vathre:carter #pretty knives #drawing #art #comic

I may have no style, but gowns with corresponding daggers is something I can get down with

#I just want to be badass but also feel beautiful #pretty knives #Teuta Matoshi

Umbran, Febuwhump: Torture

Nox couldn’t look away. He was both terrified and entranced. He had been caught admiring one of his masters decorated knives. It’s blade was iridescent and the handle was sleek. It was a well crafted knife, and so cruelly sharp.

The same knife he had been admiring was now dragging its tip through his arm, carving into him sharply. He had only wanted to look, and now he was seeing it far closer then he would have wanted. His current owner was forcing him to watch, as they cut him.

It was horrifying, how clean the cut was. It didn’t hurt a lot, the blade was sharp enough that it sliced the skin instead of ripping it. Nox dreaded the day a blunt knife would be used on him, he knew they always hurt worse.

He whimpered quietly as intricate patterns were traced into his flesh, over and over. It was light at first, slowly getting deeper each time they carved the pattern. It would scar like that, a beautiful pattern just like the knife that created it.

He hated his own compliance, how he didn’t fight when he knew what was going to happen. He hated how he could be tortured for fun and it wouldn’t make a difference what his reaction was. He couldn’t escape.

Suddenly he was cut deep, causing a jerk and sharp squeak of pain. His other arm had been slashed. No warning given. His master hummed, analyzing his own work. It seemed his left arm would be delicate injuries, meant to make something beautiful with the scars while the other was brutalized.

He cried out, blood oozing from the fresh wounds as he was torn into. He babbled plea’s, apologies that he’d never do it again, and was ignored. His master wasn’t satisfied until he wept like the blood drip dripping from his arm.

Nox had learned his lesson today, never again would he touch things that weren’t his. Especially not something so dangerous.

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