@sagiisces liked for a starter!
--- A strangled cry of pain hits the open evening air. She grovels on the ground, soaking in cerulean, and smacks her bloodied fist down hard against the pavement. God, how could this happen?! What an awful streak of luck-- not to mention a TERRI8LE way to revisit past trauma. With a fierce and bitter scoff, she grits her teeth through the pain and makes a clumsy attempt to pull herself up, but with only one remaining arm to do it, it takes a good minute to manage. ❝ Fuck!!!!!!!! This 8lows... ❞ She can easily picture it, clear as night-- the sight of the purple-blood swinging her mechanical arm around like a circus club... It’s absolutely ENR8GING!
Now that she’s on her feet, she furiously clutches the space where her missing limb should be, ripped free of its socket by that clown’s brute fucking strength, and starts to follow the subtle cerulean trail he’s left behind. Just her luck, however, that her bloodied figure should collide with another troll who turns the same alley corner at the worst of times. Even the slightest shock from the collision has her grunting in pain, and she lurches back, leaving bloodstains on the clothing of the living obstacle in her path. ❝ Shit--! ❞ she curses, bearing her teeth, boring her gaze through theirs. ❝ W8tch where you’re w8lking! ❞
