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been sort of obsessed with more like nature based whump including like hunting whump and the idea came to me of a hunter whumper using hunting dogs to track down whumpee. i just really like the imagery. worst of all is that they’d know the woods far better than whumpee ever could.
#whump community#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump prompt#hunt whump#nature whump#whump against the elements#sadistic whumper#tw animal attack#idk if there’s a specific tag for this genre of whump but god it’s so yummy to me#brought to you by foxcry by rabbitology 👍
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Got a bad boo boo accident today, but now things are lots better and Efanin is sending me much health and comfort through her trunk thats FULL of love💖
#tw injury#tw bandages#stuffie#comfort#tw animal attack#medical theme i just wanna be in a cozy med room..#ember babbles
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16. flatline
"please hurry. she - she's holding off the creatures, she said I was to go run and get help - "
"yes, we're on our way as fast as we can." the officer patted them on the shoulder, and their arm stayed around their shoulders, as the squad made their way up the shadowy staircase, sunset sky now and again visible through the cracks in the wall.
the sound of gunfire spat somewhere above, distant and sharp. they shivered.
"it was - there was six of them or so, I think. maybe more. the ones that have the machine bits in them, from out of the heart of Old City."
"risk of poking around here too close to dark. you salvage hunters need to be more careful," said someone further back on the staircase, grumbling at the edge of hearing.
"oh, go off. haven't we all taken a risk now and again," said the officer. "and at least it isn't that stupid research team this time."
they gritted their teeth, the shock of each concrete step shivering upward through their bones.
(run, she'd said; run, you can get away if I hold them back. go get help...)
(I won't leave you!)
(I said run, you idiot - )
and they'd run, they'd run; but all they knew was that she had better still be there when they returned.
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the first thing they saw was eyes in the dimness, and heard the chitter of metallic teeth; the gunshots had gone silent, and the tumbledown maze of half-broken hallways stretched echoing ahead of their approach. they wanted to scream her name out, but the guards had signaled for stealth. no use alerting the creatures any sooner than one had to.
but nonetheless once the fighting started, they did cry out for her, and fumble for their flashlight amidst their scavengers' gear, and leave behind the guards and the remaining creatures in their short bitter scuffle, the sound of shots ringing in their ears again.
she was there, slumped against the crumbling wall where they had left her, her gun fallen away beside her. her head lolled sideways, hair torn loose from its bunch and covering her face. the blood was drying already on the dusty floor, but the bright ghastly crimson staining the rags of her faded coat was fresh.
"Ari," she said, and fumbled a hand out to push herself further upward, the other arm hanging limp at her side. "you - okay?"
they flung themselves down next to her, throat tightening with terror.
"yes - yes - I'm fine - the guards are here - we'll get you safe - "
"good." her voice was hoarse and lower now, choked with blood and weariness. "I'm - glad you - "
her words ended in a little cough, and then there was nothing at all stirring in their quiet corner of the chaos, the uneven rasp of her breathing gone still.
they were screaming before they knew they had opened their mouth.
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it was the officer who found the two of them, several endless moments later, and elbowed them gently and firmly back - "get clear, kiddo."
their hands were covered in her blood, from where they'd been pushing frantically on her chest, amid the ragged bites and puncture wounds the creatures had left behind. they stared down at their palms numbly, and then up again; to watch the officer swearing under their breath between counts, then leaning forward to push air into empty lungs, and locking their elbows again to return to compressions.
"only - so much - we can do - for someone - who's - bled out," the officer was muttering then, in the rhythm and through gritted teeth, "but - we'll try - anyway."
they had one of her hands between theirs, fingers to her wrist, willing the pulse to return. live - live - live -
the other guards were crowding around them now, the yelps and wails of the creatures faded away. "oy, captain, let me through, medic here - "
they huddled on the bloodstained floor, watching through hazy eyes. they'd done it - they'd brought help - but if it wasn't enough, if it wasn't enough they didn't know what they'd do; it had to be enough, the officer's hands relentless on her chest, the needle and tube the medic was placing in the crook of her limp elbow, the breaths driven between her gray lips.
it had to be enough.
then, "there," said the officer, in a sudden sharp sigh of relief, and sat back on their heels, a hand to her throat. "got a pulse again. start the drip for her, Lu, it's the best we've got till we get her to the transport station. let's pack the bite wounds before we move her - "
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the transport's shuddering engines had never felt slower at liftoff, as the Old City remnants spread out beneath them, the small dirty window showing the ruined towers. they crouched on the floor, with all their eyes for her, where she lay wrapped in a blanket with the medic's bag of mystery fluids taped to the handrail above her. the transparent skin of her eyelids flickered now and again, the bandages wrapping her body and arm spotted with fresh blood, but less now - less, and that gave them hope.
they wouldn't be alone again, a salvager without a partner, running the broken streets solo. they'd gotten so used to having her with them, someone to care for and to watch them, to laugh with them and give them a hand up in a tough climb, and, in the end, to send them running into the dark so that they would be safe.
and the help they'd found had been enough to save her in return, at least for the moment. at least for the moment.
they laid their head down next to hers on the scuffed floor, lending her their warmth through the thin blanket, and closed their eyes, listening to the stuttery rhythm of her heartbeat as the transport brought them ever closer to home.
#whump#hurt comfort#lady whump#tw animal attack#whumptober 2023#whumptober day 16#now THIS is inspired by ANOTHER of my story settings from a couple years back
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dean's fear of hellhounds. prompted by @sclvged
tw: torture, 'animal' attacks, ptsd, heavy violence, i trauma
it's the blood he tasted as it rolled down the back of his throat. the way he could feel his skin giving as it was torn to shreds under claws that only he could see. snagging and then spreading open with a painful fire that gurgled in his chest and throat. how he felt them chewing into him. tearing pieces away as his brother screamed. how no matter what way he tried to turn as the blood pooled out of him, only teeth and claws and PAIN were there waiting.
his legs. thighs. his shoulder. stomach. chest. back. neck. teeth and more teeth. gnashing pearly white until they were coated in red with pieces of him stuck between them that he watched them lick away before they started all over again. how if he batted and clawed until the muscles in his arms were too torn to let him fight back anymore. none of it mattered. they didn't stop. they wouldn't stop. he could beg and scream (his throat wouldn't let him) and all of his pain. all of his agony. and terror? only seemed to spurn on their want to devour him. until he was nothing. until he stopped breathing.
dean wasn't sure if it was the trauma everywhere else. or if they'd gotten so deep that his ribcage was torn open and he no longer had them. but, quicker than his heart--imagine that--his fragile heart outlasted his LUNGS. then the pain stopped. but he could feel them continuing to sate their hunger for him. pitch black swelled over his eyes. filled up his ears.
NOTHING WAS THERE WAITING FOR HIM. endless nothing. only falling, falling, falling. THEN HELL WAS WHERE THEY DELIVERED HIM. whole and clean and then it began all over again. and over again. and over again. while the torture that truly hadn't started yet was being prepared. they delivered him to that, too.
they were brought back more than once. those hounds with his blood on their breath, barking sounds that sounded like his death. gutteral noises. consuming wet that slathered itself into his limbs with cold fear so overwhelming it froze him in place each time. if something was there to hear his screams--it didn't listen. didn't give him mercy. he preferred anything other than their teeth. their vicious mouths. hell was in their eyes. in their howls of delight as they tore into him like a toy. all stitched back up just for them to destroy again.
dean still has nightmares about them. on his worst nights, he won't sleep until exhaustion makes him pass out. dean is terrified of them for a reason. he's been at their mercy and he knows there is none. only drooling teeth and claws that tear and rip at will. to say there is PTSD from hell and what was done to him there--that's a book and a half i could get into. but after suffering at the true brunt of hellhound attacks while he was alive and in hell? it's pretty much a given that they are a monster that truly incites fear into dean's bones. because he knows what they are capable of and exactly what it feels like to be powerless against them and suffer under their brute force.
PERSONALS DNI
#tw animal attack#tw torture#tw gore#i normally don't tag these things cause it's a given with#this blog and the uncensored horror you'll find here.#but! there's lots of it so here have some warnings. ily. xoxo.#dean insp; headcanon
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Discarded
I went crazy lmao. Anyways you missed this? I hope you did. It’s convoluted? Yes did I still enjoy writing it? Yes. Enjoy!
CW//animal attack, pet whump, implied torture, blood, superhero and villain whump, collars, conditioning, reluctant caretaking, dehumanization. Ask to tag if I missed anything
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The battery isn´t strong enough to feed the machine. Not anymore.
The battery can barely process what is happening when it´s dumped outside. After almost a year of fighting to live while hooked to the machine, its wrists are numb and bloody. It had crawled around for a long time now, so putting its legs under it when dragged and pushed was something it was no longer accustomed to doing. That was no excuse to try and do better for Master, the battery knew. So it tried its best to walk again until Master kicked it out on the street.
“Get lost” Master spat at it shutting the door behind them.
Where? The battery had nowhere to run to anymore. Master made sure of that. They had made sure it knew that millions of times.
The battery had become loyal and would go wherever Master told it to. Sensing Master was mistaken about their order, the battery waited. Kneeling at the door with its head down, it waited for the order on where to go.
An hour passed by in a blink.
Then two.
The battery blinked once, then twice before bracing itself for a beating for knocking on the metal door. It was outside, but the battery was not restrained… had Master forgotten? The battery’s head pounded as it sat back, catching its breath before standing up using the wall as leverage, and then trying to open the door to go back inside.
The world blurred around the edges as it would sometimes after losing food privileges, but the battery pulled through and kept trying to open the door.
It shouldn´t be outside. Its place was next to Master and the machine. But… the battery’s world smudged as a smell of dirty rain flooded its senses, only noticing a moment later it had collapsed on the floor.
The battery was outside because Master had wanted it. There were no shackles around its wrists. It had been released from its duty…
Then, was this…Freedom? No, the battery still had the collar around its neck. It was anything but free.
A test? No, its Master doesn´t play silly games like that.
The battery pulls the last of its energy to sit on its heels, kneeling, before the closed doors.
“W-Where should I go now, Master?” It tries in a hoarse voice. It doesn´t mind waiting a few more hours for a reply that doesn´t come. Its life had consisted of endless waiting, after all.
It´s by the time the day dies into the night, that it realizes Master was long gone from the other side of the door.
The battery’s hair clung to its face as the water poured down on it, dripping tears its body couldn’t make anymore.
The weight of its Master´s words crush it, but what was it but its Master´s battery?
Its orders were clear.
Limping heavily, it stands up and walks away aimlessly. It had stopped being human a long time ago. It had turned into just a battery for whatever plans its Master had. It was a tool and without a Master, its life had no meaning or direction. A complete waste of space.
A waste of space doesn´t deserve a bed to sleep and rest in, nor does it deserve to eat or have a name. A waste of space doesn´t get to have the collar Master gave it as proof of their ownership.
The battery decides it's not needed to take off the collar to burn it from where it hangs against its throat. Such considerations are reserved for humans. Using just a little bit of its powers to set it on fire shouldn´t be a problem, but just brushing their fingertips against the lock makes it immediately drop its hands back to its sides.
No, no. No touching. No using its powers when not hooked to the machine. Merely hours away from Master and it has forgotten already? No. Can´t break Master´s rules even if they don´t want to be its Master anymore.
But then, now that it’s been discarded, is it allowed to touch? Or is it not allowed? Would it be punished for keeping it? Which is the correct answer? It doesn’t know.
That´s why a battery needs a Master. Because it is no longer a human, it can´t take decisions for itself.
After pondering a little longer, it gives up on coming up with an answer it’s not capable of getting before it crawls into a hall in the wall.
The place is dirty and so tiny, the battery has to fold its legs and neck to fit. It’s so tight, it can´t help but relax, letting out a purr of contentment at the familiar sensation of containment. At least this is a feeling it knows well. Stored, like in the cage.
Would Master come for it if it waited there? No, once useless, Master wouldn´t even spare a look. The battery slowly closed its eyes.
Then, would any of Master´s friends take it like they threatened to do before? It was a broken battery now, though. He couldn´t even be useful and use its powers anymore.
No wonder Master had discarded it.
Did a broken battery still have some use to someone?
---
It woke up to the sound of voices and barks.
The sun was still rising, painting the sky a tint of pale pink and orange. The rain from the day before was now just a breeze that froze the battery’s thin body. It was a couple of young men, taking their mean-looking dogs out for a walk on a leash. The battery felt a shiver down its spine at the sight of the shock collar and muzzle the animals wore.
It had tried to curl further into its hole when one of them peaked in.
“Oh? What do we have here?” The guy wearing a red beanie whistled as his friend came to stand next to him.
“What?” The man looked into the hole and found the battery cowering away from the dog’s snout “…is that a person?”
“Seems more like a rat to me” The battery wouldn’t disagree, given how small and contorted it was. “Why don’t you come out and let us have a better look, hm? Or are you hiding something important in there buddy?” The man whipped his arm and grabbed the battery so tight it yelped. The man pulled it out swiftly, making it land right next to one of the dogs. The battery quickly covered itself when the dog’s mouth came close to its face, curling into itself defensively as it heard the young man laugh.
“There’s nothing here,” the other clicked his tongue.
“Maybe it’s on him” the guy with the red beanie replied, pulling on the dog’s leash when it kept insistently wanting to jump on the battery. By its drooling, it figured the muzzle was the only thing keeping it from biting it. “Hey, you,” the man said kicking away the battery’s arms from its face “we won’t give you trouble if you give us what we want so just be…” the man trailed off as his eyes settled over the battery’s neck. “What the fuck? Is that a dog collar?”
The other guy stretched his neck to stare too, but when the battery tried to scurry away from it, the guy stomped on its chest. It looked at it for a moment before snorting into laughter “holy shit, it is!”
The dogs were restlessly barking and pawing at it so hard, its ratty clothes began to tear. The man pulled on the dog’s chain leash before passing it to the other guy so he could inspect the battery’s collar. It was forced up to its knees with a sudden strong tug from the D ring on his collar, choking it slightly as it struggled to put its numb feet below it.
“Woah, it’s even locked,” the man said pulling on the tiny padlock, and then, hooking a finger between the leather and its neck, cutting the battery’s airflow until it whimpered and the man let go with a gritting laugh. Then he grabbed a fistful of its matted hair and forced it up to its feet, only making it fall back to its knees.
The battery’s head snapped to a side when he slapped it.
“Hey, hey! Do something, man” he slapped it increasingly stronger “Defend yourself, man! Say something! C’mon!” They repeated the process over and over before one burst into laughter. “He won’t even try to stop me!”
Suddenly the slaps turned into hits and fists rained over the battery’s body. It tried to put its hands around its head but the other man kicked its arms off, the force of his kick turning the battery’s body.
Even when they stomped on it, even when they pulled it up only to batter it down, the battery didn’t say a single word.
It was not allowed to speak to anyone else but Master.
Once they got bored of hitting it without getting even a single yelp out of it, they unleashed the dogs.
It was a moment where the battery debated simply letting them maul it or running. Its legs were numbed out from hours of sitting in the same position, but the ache suddenly vanished when it broke into a sprint, the two dogs dashing behind.
Air burnt through its lungs as it poured every single crumb of energy into running. It knocked over containers and trash to stop the dogs, but it was useless, as the dogs easily caught up to snap their teeth barely centimeters away from their ankles.
The battery saw its chance to lose them when it tried to turn on a corner, but the puddles of dirty rainwater were everywhere and so, it drifted, losing its balance before ultimately crashing against the floor.
It only had time to open its eyes before the dogs jumped on it.
—-
Everything hurt even more now.
The battery lay still over a puddle of its blood hours after the dog’s owners had put them back on their leashes and ran off when the battery stopped moving. Even when its arms and legs were little more than rags now, the battery was somehow still alive.
The battery’s shaking hand passed over its neck, wet with drool and dirty puddle water, and found the collar ragged to shreds instead of its neck.
Somehow, Master had saved it, the battery thought to itself hours later, when it could gather enough strength to try and crawl back into a better hiding spot. The oozing blood from its wounds smeared on the ground as it dragged forward.
—
It hadn´t meant to come out of its hiding, but after days inside the hole in the wall throwing up an empty stomach, it was delirious. It hadn´t meant to land on some poor girl´s head when it thought it had seen Master.
Of course, it paddled away when it noticed its mistake. Dropping its head to wait for punishment, fearing deep in its soul the woman would somehow begin hitting it or even worse, unleashed fiery dogs to chase after it again, but the battery didn´t receive anything but a perplexed look.
“Is that…Are those dog bites?” the woman asked with horror at the half-moons covering the entirety of the battery’s body. Some of them were so swollen and infected they let out a smell the woman had to cover her mouth with both hands to not throw up.
“-ase…” The battery lowered its head until it touched the floor, the coolness of it sending a shiver of bliss through its body “Please…Water…Mas-ah, please…juss…a little…please” it begged, forcing itself to straighten itself and failing so miserably the woman rushed to hold it. Did the world always have that many funny colors? It wondered as its vision swam and it began to only catch glimpses of what happened before it.
It caught the streets, then a door. Then someone was vomiting while it laid down on something so soft it almost cried. Was it a cloud? It certainly felt like one.
After that, it was red. So red and blurry, the battery was sure it wouldn´t open its eyes again.
But many times, it did. It opened its eyes to a blurred world that slowly, with each new time it forced its eyelids open, the world became a little clearer.
It was a very spacious room at the beginning, but then it became clear it was some tiny plastic hovel in someone´s garden. The door leading out to it almost always closed except for the times the woman would come in to check on it. Angrily yelling at it for squirming its way down to the floor before pulling it back on the sofa.
The battery still found ways to not lay on the furniture but on the floor, where batteries should be.
The woman had stopped trying to pick it up and had instead pulled the covers and pillows down on the floor.
It had been adamant at first, squirming itself out of the comfort and warmth of such things meant for humans before the woman had growled at it.
"Cleaning these every night for you is turning bothersome, ya know? If you´re not gonna get on the couch, I gotta make sure you´re at least a little bit warm. Or what? Are you gonna force me to tuck you up every night as if you were a kid? Don´t even think about it"
The battery was forced into the covers like a burrito many nights after that.
Neither were very happy about that, but the woman watched the battery relax in them after a while. For the battery, containment was no stranger. If this was this woman’s way of keeping it controlled, then what was a battery gonna say? She wasn’t its Master, but it had learnt to not refuse any treatment others gave it.
In a way, the wrapping made it feel like being hooked up to the machine again. It was tight, but not so much it wouldn’t be able to squirm it’s way out of the blanket like with the machine, with its openings specially designed to fit its arms and not let it move away even an inch as it sucked its energy.
The familiarity of the situation made it expect things. If it was contained, would it just be a matter of time before punishments came? It had denied food that was given freely before, but the woman’s simple scolding before she forced its mouth open wouldn’t last long. It would be hooked to a feeding tube soon. It was so sure, that when the woman pulled on her hair and then put a spoon on its hand, the battery didn’t drop it out of disobedience.
It was simply too shocked to hear her say “he” should know how to use a spoon.
A battery was an object others used because they only served one purpose. “He” was not used for the batteries. But the woman kept calling it “him”.
When it dressed its wounds with brand new bandages, when it was helped into a bath because “he” reeked. Even when she gently tried to pull it into the couch, the woman referred to it as “he”. She was gentle but severe when the battery refused to receive human things. Even when she was so frustrated she pulled on her hair, she didn’t see it as something inhuman undeserving of the help she was giving it.
It learnt even her kindness would end one day, when she was talking on the phone with someone when he waited for her to come in on the morning.
“I’ve seen everything in this streets, Marshall. And I mean that! But a man who refuses to take off a dog collar on his neck gotta be the worst of all. He was little more than a corpse when I found him but even when he didn’t try to run away the first chance he got, he refuses to act like a normal human being. Do you think this is more of a mental thing? Like, this boy has been through it, no doubt of that, but just what exactly leaves you acting…like that?” There was some buzzing words “I don’t know, I honestly want you to check on him ASAP. I just can’t shake this feeling that I’ve seen him before,” the battery’s heart throbbed “eh? A picture? Another one?” More buzzing. The battery saw her turn at him for a second before turning away “well, his face a little less swollen now, maybe there’s hope to finding out who I have been taking care of, finally”
The battery’s heart stopped at her words as she continued to talk.
The battery knew why and how it had become it’s master’s battery. The life before that had ended when the collar was put on. It was for the better. After all, the battery’s past life had ended with them when they died on the other side of the room.
The battery couldn’t let her know all of her help was given to that despicable thing that didn’t deserve anything else but being hooked up to a machine until it died. It was its master’s battery to repent, it didn’t deserve the help she had given it in the first place, but she…didn’t deserve to learn it had given so much help to a murderer. Even when it had never meant to kill them.
But that was the battery’s sin. It lifted its hand in the woman’s direction.
The battery never meant to hurt anybody, right?
But the battery couldn’t help it.
It had been so long since it had used its powers like this, but panic overcame it when the woman turned with the phone pointing at it. She couldn’t figure who it was. What it had done.
Their powers were a little too strong for a dumb battery to control. That’s why they had died and that’s why a battery needed a Master and a machine: to be properly used.
The waves of energy flowed like a river though its fingers, lighting up the very tips before the world tensed and wrinkled. As if space and time had become a paper it could fold, the battery’s finger shot a light that pierced the woman’s phone before she could even notice it moving.
“What the fuck?!” The woman screamed as she let the fried phone fall of her hands into the floor. She stared at her phone for a second. The display had melted so, a hole the size of her thumb had appeared. She blinked at it for a second before looking up at the guy in the floor with a hand up in the air, shaking like crazy.
“Don’t” the battery panted before turning its head to vomit blood.
That tiny amount of power wouldn’t have been accepted for the machine. But that was all the battery could use when it was discarded. it thought maybe after a month it could at least use this much, but oh it was so badly mistaken. The battery’s nose and mouth dripped into the floor as it heaved, gasping for air its lungs rejected.
“Y-You did that? That thing you just did, I have seen it before!” The battery whined, knowing he had failed to cover the truth. It had to go now. This woman’s kindness was over. “But- But they said you had died! No way in hell you are-!” The woman’s voice died on his ears as the battery crumbled into a pool of his own blood.
The battery watched in a blurred world how the woman reached for her phone before stumbling into the house beyond the garden.
It had no time to lose now.
Hadn’t it had worse? This little blood would have been any other day before.
Stand up.
The battery obeyed its master’s voice in its head. Sticky blood marking its clumsy attempt of lifting itself and walking out the hut in the garden, the sun blinding its eyes for a second before it walked out. Rushing away as the senses came back to it and it heard the woman screaming as sirens began to ring closer and closer. It broke into a sprint into the forest when there were many voices screaming at him with threats of having weapons and yelling at it to stop running.
Everything hurt so much. The pain was too much to bear.
“Freeze!”
And the battery jumped down into yet another hole. Such was its luck the battery managed to jump into a sewer that spat it out in a beach. The battery, half drowned and covered in feces, crumbled down unconscious in the sand.
-
It woke up at night. Carefully sitting in its knees before looking up at the city before it. How long had it been since it could see it’s hometown like this? The battery’s eyes filled with tears before it gathered the courage to stand up.
Help wouldn’t come for batteries.
Once anyone knew who it was, any help and kindness would end.
It didn’t matter how or why, whoever killed a hero was nothing else but an evil villain. And the battery? In a single minute, in one single hit, it had killed nine. Projecting the scene to the world to show who betrayed them before taking the battery into their base and hooking it up to the real machine.
River, the youngest of the eleven heroes, had died with them that day to be reborn as the Master’s battery when he was abandoned by his own team.
#whump#villain whump#writing#my writing#River the villain#tw blood#tw animal attack#pet whump#tw past torture#reluctant caretaker#sadistic whumpers#long chapter sorry#I’m sure many people will stop reading after this#but I’m glad I have it out of my system#in the end there wasn’t much to this story#that I could narrate#because it was me who wrote it#but anyways#I hope you enjoyed the ride!#scars for redemption
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I wrote a thing again
Contains injury to a minor - about 14 y.o. If you think that might upset you, please, avoid reading this. It isn't too graphic imo, but yeah. If you know you can't handle it just skip it, take care of yourself first. (he survives and gets better after this btw)
"What's that sound...?" Lissele said, mostly to herself.
Rennard was the closest and heard her. "What sound?"
"Probably just a deer, but..." she listened harder. Something didn't seem right. The steps were eratic, heavy... And they were quickly getting closer. She froze. In a haze, she turned around several times, trying to locate it, before regaining clearer thinking again. "Draw your weapons!"
Sorontur and Rennard did so immediately.
L'amieil first flinched, then prepared his bow.
Barret took a stronger hold of Storm's reigns and drew his axe.
Faileon put a rock in his slingshot and began spinning it.
Lissele's ears rotated like crazy, desperate to locate the sound, but it seemed to be moving so fast... One second it was in front of her, the next it was in the complete opposite direction.
And then suddenly... it stopped. "What-" began Rennard, but she shushed him. "Rude," he whispered.
The silence weigh on her. It grabbed a handful of her guts and squeezed. It coursed through her veins. It polluted the air in her lungs.
Quick as lightning, from her right, came an enourmous shadow. She didn't turn around fast enough.
A scream. An ear shattering, soul crushing scream.
Faileon.
She spun around on one leg, drawing her dagger. She launched without second thought. Her dagger burried deep into the creature's side. It let go of Faileon and turned to her. "STAND BACK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, seeing the others coming closer to help.
The wolf giant growled, preparing to launch again.
She was quicker. The dagger flew through the air like a hawk, slashing the animal's snout.
It whimpered. Then it jumped at her, mouth wide open. It bit down right on her shoulder. Crack. Crack, went her bones.
But now it was close enough for a finishing blow. She sent the blade directly into its neck. Not even a second after, she pulled it out with a slashing motion. Fresh, warm blood came spewing all over her.
The animal let go and staggered backwards. Its hind legs gave out. Its wailing turned into gurgling. It stood up, trying to run back into the cover of trees.
Sorontur's blade came crashing onto the nape of its neck.
It colapsed to the ground. It twitched, made one final bubbling noise and stopped moving.
Lissele wasted no time. She ran straight to Faileon.
Tears flowed down his cheeks in rivers. He breathed fast. Too fast. His entire right arm was covered in blood. His fingers were trembling. Good sign. But no time to celebrate just yet.
"Calm down." She sat next to him, cupping his face with one hand. Her other arm didn't listen, instead it hung loosely at her side. "Look at me, Faileon."
He was too in shock.
"I need a barn leaf, NOW! L'amieil!" she commanded, pressing down on the wounds gushing the most blood. "Rennard, all the clean water we have! Soru, help me stop the damned bleeding!"
He knelt next to them and took a firm hold of Faileon's arm.
"Barret, get bandages! All of them!" She leaned closer, trying to make eye contact, but failing. He probably didn't even know she was there. "You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna fix this. I'm gonna help you. You'll be okay. You're gonna be okay."
A few moments later, Rennard came rushing, holding three bottles. He dropped two of them on the ground and opened the third. He poured it on Faileon's arm as Lissele began washing the wounds. Faileon wailed and atempted to push her away with his healthy arm. She didn't sway. "Just bear it for a moment. I'll be done soon enough."
"I got the barn leaf!" L'amieil came running towards them.
"Good." With the wounds somewhat clean, she accepted the plant began rubbing its leaves into mush. "I'm sorry," she said, very quietly. Then she pushed the paste into one of the wounds.
Faileon screamed at the top of his lungs and then... collapsed. Rennard caught him from behind and held him upright as Lissele continued.
"I'm so sorry," she kept repeating, even though the boy had no way of hearing her. "I'm sorry... Barret, hand me the bandages, would you?" As she silently tied them around Faileon's arm, blood immediately seeped through them. The spots grew like blooming red flowers in the shape of a jaw. So much... He's bleeding so much. She did another layer tighter than the one before. This time the spots didn't grow as much. She had hope yet.
When all bandages were used up, she leaned away from him. With new realizations coming to her, she couldn't bring herself to calm down quite yet. "Soru, could you check something for me?" she said, staring blankly at the boy cradled in Rennard's arms.
"Of course," he stepped closer.
"Could you check the wolf's eyes?"
"Uh... yeah."
She barely heard his steps moving away and much less coming back again. She was in a fog so thick she couldn't see, couldn't really hear, couldn't think of anything but what words she will hear him utter.
He came right up to her and knelt by her side, taking her bloodied hand in his. He kept quiet for a few seconds and when he finally spoke, his voice was sombre. Quiet. The words came out as more of a breath, than a voice.
"They're red."
#tw child injury#tw injury#whump#tw animal attack#werewolf#yeah uh i pretty much#finally decided#to make Faileon a werewolf#there are a lot of themes it will help me explore which would be a lot harder for me to think of in a more normal situation#it will just help me write him better#and i also fucking love werewolves i wanted so bad for someone from the mains to be one#cw child injury#child whumpee#tw child whumpee#my writing#writing#ocs#my ocs#faileon#lissele#sorontur#rennard#l'amieil#barret#smaller than heaven
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[ News from Nimbasa City. The scene depicts a destroyed hallway from a Pokemon Center's medical wing. The reporter goes on to speak about the incident.
"Yesterday night at about 2 am, the mangled body of a local nurse was found in one of the Center's examination rooms.
While we weren't allowed to ask further as the matter is still being investigated, what little details we manage to collect allude to a pokemon examination gone wrong.
Nimbasa authorities asks its citizens to keep an eye out for any bird pokemon that may seem strangenor ill-behaved and to call for Pokemon Services once you have out yourselves to safety."
End of news report. ]
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[ cha eunwoo | he/him, they/them ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome KIRO KEVIN HWANG to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 22 year old HUMAN , who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be OBSTINATE, but that’s all a façade to cover up their STEADFAST nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to PLAY DICE by HAKOS BEIZS, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.
Kevin is an adoptee from korea and canada, he never knew his parents or siblings. He was forunate though to find a home in new orleans
but all that glitters isnt gold as the family was distant, the only solice was the adventures of tintin. since then he wanted to be a dectetive
He had new friends too in the forms of niko and jesse
But when both died for a time he felt lost going deep into weird creatures
werewolves, vampires, all that....it was hard to decipher the trith. grief makes it hard to believe
mothman, bigfoot, and the loch ness monster seemed like the real enemies and easier to digest
Kevin did become a traffic cop, his first encounter with Choi Taejin, a man he thought was pretty cool. A fellow Korean who takes no shit
There was surprise when TJ was demoted to mall cop, and he was promted upwards
The conseuqnces though were very high, as he was assigned to be patrol on the full moon. he was attacked, a set of teeth and awakened in the hospital
It was countless hours, surgeries, and medication for nights straight, he couldn't give a a concrete answer
Now in a wheelchair, he was back in action, but he still feels something weird happened to him.
Personality:
Very chill guy, tends not to express his problems. toxic positivity for leg mauling
Feeling a bit paranoid and exhausted, but will do his best to be there with others.
Might be a bit girl crazy and tech savy.
Secretly pretty smart but doesnt show it.
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Ah, since it's been a bit, I'll give a small update on how I've been doing since the dog attack back in March; I am more or less alright now.
Physically, I've healed completely aside from a very small scar on my arm, and I've managed to interact with/be around dogs without being afraid.
However.
This has only been when interacting with small to medium sized dogs.
And I have been lucky enough to not have to directly interact with the dog that attacked me.
However, I still get freaked out hearing it bark, and if I have to go by the fence when it's out, I can't help but be on high alert.
And this is unlikely to change anytime soon or ever.
So, yeah, that's how it's going.
#lamp rambles#tw animal attack#and yeah the dog is still around/around people#am I happy about it? No#can I do anything about this? Also no
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My mum and dog were attacked by 3 dogs and a complacent dog owner today. Mum had to lay on top of our dog to protect him as the 3 dogs kept biting his neck. The walker just watched and did nothing while our dog screamed and my mum who's almost 60 got attacked.
Then the owner of the dog walk company contacted my mum and tried to bribe her silence about this.
Our dog could have died, my mum is traumatized and hurt. Both are alive but this could have gone so badly.
I'm furious and upset and there's nothing to do about this problem at 11.15pm except be furious and upset.
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What did the Houndoom attack feel like?
...
Like .
Uhm.
Why can't I remember?
....
Felt my face melting.
I was so scared really scared.
#tw gore#sprite :>#tw animal attack#pkmn irl#rotumblr#pokemon irl#rotomblr#pokeblogging#pkmn#pokemon#ask game
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(Slight trigger warning maybe, just to be safe) What caused it (I have no direct memory of this, but my subconscious does) is when I really little, one of our neighbor’s dog kept attacking me. The neighbor did absolutely nothing about it, even when the police got involved. It only stopped when my dad whacked it upside the head with a wooden sword.
-Meme Lord
Yikes! Oh wow, I’m so sorry, Meme Lord. I’m glad you can’t remember it even if your subconscious does.
Yeah, I don’t blame you for that. When I was like 3 or 4, I made the mistake of playing too hard with my neighbor’s cat, and it understandably didn’t like it. It scratched me up pretty badly, so I’m not a fan of cats now until like I get used to them.
So yeah, I get where you’re coming from.
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I am frequently asked, “If not friend, why friend shaped?” It’s about time we addressed this.
So.
If not friend, why friend shaped?
Boring answer: not friend shaped, you’re just a fool
Alternative answer: To lure you in and then break your heart. And several bones. And maybe eat you a little bit.
Correct answer: It doesn’t matter! Not friend!
You may say, “But that bear looks like a big ol puppy dog! I just wanna pet him! Look at those ears let me scratch them oohoohoo”
That bear will say, “roar. claws. gory flesh ripping sounds. crunch. munch. mm. tasty.” Only your phone, opened to your notes app with a half-written fan fiction, is ever found. It will be read aloud at your funeral.
You may say, “Danger kitty! pspspspspspsps”
The cougar will say, “Hey you sweet young thing, wanna get out of here and go back to my place? We can do some yoga 😉” You follow her and are mauled to death. You may be into that, but you won’t even get to enjoy it. You will be dead. Congratulations.
In conclusion, the world is full of deceit. Do not fall for their games. You will only get hurt.
#animal facts#national park service official#npsofficial#bears#cougars#nature#wildlife safety#tw gore#tw animal attack
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🕯️☨🎃☨🔮 night 2 🔮☨🎃☨🕯️
꧁༺ Panel 56 ༻꧂
Edward: Hello there, you may call me Edward...
Jacob: Dude, do you hear yourself?
Edward: What?
Jacob: Hi, I'm Jacob. I'm your neighbor, my roommates and I wanted to welcome you guys. I don't know why this idiot's here.
Ximin: Wow, I've never been more oblivious than I am right now.
꧁༺ Panel 57 ༻꧂
Edward: Well, at least I'm not a cageless mutt.
Bhavya: [Laughs] Wow, he's gonna feel so stupid in a minute.
Jacob: I know, right?
꧁༺ Panel 58 ༻꧂
Ezekiel: What's going on?
Lily: Hi, we're your neighbors. We just wanted to say hi.
Ezekiel: Fuck, I really gotta socialize right now?
Bhavya: Seems like it, bub.
Edward: This house... Astonishing.
꧁༺ Panel 59 ༻꧂
Ximin: Christ, this might be the second best thing I've ever had in my mouth.
꧁༺ Panel 60 ༻꧂
Kwinn: Hey gorgeous, do you work out at a gym?
Jacob: Yeah, are you looking for one?
꧁༺ Panel 61 ༻꧂
Kwinn: I can't help it, he's an entire snack and well, we don't have any food in the house.
꧁༺ Panel 62 ༻꧂
Kwinn: Honey, I'm only looking to be bench pressed by you.
Bhavya: They did not just say that.
Styvie: Unfortunately, I think they did.
꧁༺ Panel 63 ༻꧂
Jett: What the hell!
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Jett: Frickin' bats! No one even noticed, either!
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Bhavya: I was thinking about the mushrooms I found, and I kind of remembered Styvie saying something about gardening. So after everyone left and went to bed, I thought I'd extend an olive branch. Erm, or a mushroom branch?
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Bhavya: Hey, I found a few of these while I was out. I thought you might want to plant them or something.
Styvie: Oh, wow, you're so sweet. You didn't have to do that!
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Styvie: Bhavya is so incredibly thoughtful. She's very sweet, I feel stupid for being so worried about her. Her aura is beautiful, and she's so calm, I think we're gonna be good friends.
꧁༺ Panel 68 ༻꧂
Kwinn: Hello?
꧁༺ Panel 69 ༻꧂
Mr. Thompson: Oh, howdy there, sorry to wake you up.
Kwinn: Holy shit!
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Kwinn: Okay, what the hell is going on here?! Let's be real, psychics don't exist, neither do vampires, and ghosts most certainly do not exist! So what the hell is happening?
#ts4#sims 4#the sims 4#sims#simblr#sims4#ts4 edit#simsart#comic#writings#creative writing#werewolves#lily zhu#edward cullen#jacob black#tw bats#tw animal attack#666 gothgraham lane
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tw injury
got attacked by my neighbor's aggressive fucking great dane. I'm ok, it just drew a decent amount of blood. I've called animal control. this is the second time that thing has come after me as I walked down the street. children play outside here and this is fucking unacceptable.
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Boreas is the "strong but silent" type. They aren't particularly beefy, but that doesn't mean ae can't get the job done.
#wolfquest#wolfquest 3#wolfquest anniversary edition#wq#wq ae#wq3#gray wolf#wqae#grey wolf#wolf#someone tell me if im messing these pronouns up#neopronouns#this oc uses Ae/Aer pronouns#Boreas the wolf#Wind-Seer#tw animal harm#tw fighting#tw animal attack
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