#scarsprompt

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[ SCARS ]

Send me [ SCARS ] for a story about one of the scars my character has.

  A scar that looks like what may have been a vicious bite mark when it was fresh is left near the end of her tail. One that seems to match shape also marks her left foreleg. She had been far too confident in herself…

  Maug hunts the dark void. Find food. Hungering. She slinks through the darkness, large set of eyes wide to pick up light in the dim of the void. Where is it? She knows it is here. Another beast. It is not one of the great elders. It is not a seeker. She will kill it and feast. Devour its flesh.

  There! Its form emanates its magic energy, that much she can see. It is bigger than her. She can take it. She is undefeated. Defeated bigger ones before.

  She springs, too eager, too hungry to wait another second. It is sleeping, it is a fool! She parts her jaws to tear its throat, braced to impact. IT IS NOT SLEEPING. The creature twists its neck and bites into her leg. She screams her fury and pain. It is not sleeping and it has her foot. She curls her body, relying on her mace tail to crack shell and skull, whipping it repeatedly into their head.

  It is forced to let go, blood pouring from a tiny wound. That’s all she’d done? She backs away quickly, turning to flee. It is already showing to be much stronger than she expected, and much much larger. It's teeth latch into her tail, obviously not liking that she hurt it even a little. She is lifted like she weighs nothing. Panic fills her, she wails like the skitterlings she despises, flailing and hoping to free herself any way possible.

  A massive impact. She is dropped, the impact stunning her a moment. When she manages to look up, she is horrified to see a second beast of these massive proportions, the two locked in combat. Perhaps her screams had drawn it. She shakily gets to her feet and runs for it as best she is able, while it is distracted by larger prey.

  She would be much more careful after this.

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justicetakewing

[generaldarius]

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The idea of being bound has never sat too well with him ever since he was gagged and hazed as a teenager.

[generaldarius]

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Ever since his parents were killed in front of a crowd, he's never felt comfortable with executions in general. He's only gone to one of Draven's 'events' and only because his brother specifically asked for him to attend. 

[generaldarius]

✧ Because I do love these stories, Darius.

He refuses to admit it, but ever since he was tortured during the Instigation, he's always been afraid of being declared as a traitor.

[generaldarius]

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There's a particular one on his abdomen that he won't ever talk about to anyone- except maybe Riven if she asks. It was General Du Couteau's parting shot at him and even though it was big enough to warrant some alarm- going all the way from his abdomen up to his chest diagonally- he refused to have it healed and instead bore the pain and waited for it to turn into a scar.

[generaldarius]

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He has a multitude of scars on his hands- small, white with age. Mostly proofs of what he did before when he was younger- insect harvesting, sewer flushing, brick laying and butchering pigs.