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A bit from a great RP 
and I did a while back, set in late 18th century London. While I was in recovery Saetia became an outlet for all my self-destructive urges. When I wanted to starve, she starved, and I could eat. When I wanted to hurt, she hurt, so I could put down the razor. Anyone who RPed with me during those chaotic months can attest to the fact that I very roundly abused her for a long time. x3
Excerpt:
"Saetia groaned helplessly, dazed, forgetting where she was. She tried to open her eyes; one was bruised and swollen shut. Breathing too deeply caused a sharp pain in her side. She struggled into a sitting position and nearly cried with the effort. Then she froze.
She smelled him before she saw him; a seafarer's scent, saltwater and stale bread. She huddled against the corner, grateful again for the darkness, as she heard him enter her cellar, his boots crunching on the hay-strewn floor.
Her eyes widened as she saw a pulse of gentle blue light emanating from where the man stood. A grey tabby, tall and slender with black hair that fell casually into his eyes and an inexplicable blue glow. She tried to quell her panic as she felt his lamplike yellow eyes discover her form, slumped painfully against the wall.
She cringed and closed her eyes as the blue light intensified, irrevocably illuminating the wretched form of her, the urchin, thin and still rain-soaked, where she sat against the wall. Her mass of dark hair, thick and caught at the ends with strips of saddle leather, pooled on the floor; her fur was matted and dirty, a uniform dingy brown. She turned a pair of beseeching green eyes, one swollen and sore, towards the mage.
"Please," she whispered.
...
The soft blue glowing specs once again started to draw together, lighting the room (a bit dimly due to his shaken state). As they formed, his blue eyes passed over the little hyena; almost all at once he realized her beaten state, a chill rushing though his body from muzzle to tail.
Saetia looked utterly woebegone in the soft blue light. She had a sweet face that someone had pummeled mercilessly; a bruised lip and a spectacular black eye. The pink pawpads on her feet were lacerated and filled with gravel. Her hair was wet and slick and heavy, tumbling over her shoulders. She quickly shook it over her face to disguise her swollen eye."
and I did a while back, set in late 18th century London. While I was in recovery Saetia became an outlet for all my self-destructive urges. When I wanted to starve, she starved, and I could eat. When I wanted to hurt, she hurt, so I could put down the razor. Anyone who RPed with me during those chaotic months can attest to the fact that I very roundly abused her for a long time. x3 Excerpt:
"Saetia groaned helplessly, dazed, forgetting where she was. She tried to open her eyes; one was bruised and swollen shut. Breathing too deeply caused a sharp pain in her side. She struggled into a sitting position and nearly cried with the effort. Then she froze.
She smelled him before she saw him; a seafarer's scent, saltwater and stale bread. She huddled against the corner, grateful again for the darkness, as she heard him enter her cellar, his boots crunching on the hay-strewn floor.
Her eyes widened as she saw a pulse of gentle blue light emanating from where the man stood. A grey tabby, tall and slender with black hair that fell casually into his eyes and an inexplicable blue glow. She tried to quell her panic as she felt his lamplike yellow eyes discover her form, slumped painfully against the wall.
She cringed and closed her eyes as the blue light intensified, irrevocably illuminating the wretched form of her, the urchin, thin and still rain-soaked, where she sat against the wall. Her mass of dark hair, thick and caught at the ends with strips of saddle leather, pooled on the floor; her fur was matted and dirty, a uniform dingy brown. She turned a pair of beseeching green eyes, one swollen and sore, towards the mage.
"Please," she whispered.
...
The soft blue glowing specs once again started to draw together, lighting the room (a bit dimly due to his shaken state). As they formed, his blue eyes passed over the little hyena; almost all at once he realized her beaten state, a chill rushing though his body from muzzle to tail.
Saetia looked utterly woebegone in the soft blue light. She had a sweet face that someone had pummeled mercilessly; a bruised lip and a spectacular black eye. The pink pawpads on her feet were lacerated and filled with gravel. Her hair was wet and slick and heavy, tumbling over her shoulders. She quickly shook it over her face to disguise her swollen eye."
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