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[Haine has taken matters into his own hands. When he found nowhere around that did in fact do piercings or tattoos, he figured any small, sharp object would do. To be fair, the wings do look pretty badass with the hoops and cuffs and a thin silver chain he found to fill the piercings with. Most of all, he just wanted to stick the bastards that gave him the fucking wings in any way possible. Up to and including altering his body himself and screwing them up just because they're his dammit.
It hurt an awful lot more than he thought it would though; the damn wings are so sensitive, but he can't say he expected his body to react quite like this. The wounds are small, but won't stop bleeding and even his genetically altered body can only keep up for so long. A trail of blood can be traced rather easily to his current location, just outside of town, where he's collapsed in a slowly growing pool of his own blood. Death is no stranger to Haine, but this weakness certainly pisses him off. Every time he tries to push himself up, his arms give out underneath him. He really wishes his body would just get it over with and die already so he can regenerate, but something isn't right. It never takes this long.
Approach with caution; a feral dog, even on its last legs, can still find strength to bite.]
[ooc: open for tagging, so even if you're not castmates or haven't met him before, feel free to say hi, point and laugh, or help the guy out. Just don't be surprised if he doesn't want it or would rather use his last breaths to be an asshole.]
It hurt an awful lot more than he thought it would though; the damn wings are so sensitive, but he can't say he expected his body to react quite like this. The wounds are small, but won't stop bleeding and even his genetically altered body can only keep up for so long. A trail of blood can be traced rather easily to his current location, just outside of town, where he's collapsed in a slowly growing pool of his own blood. Death is no stranger to Haine, but this weakness certainly pisses him off. Every time he tries to push himself up, his arms give out underneath him. He really wishes his body would just get it over with and die already so he can regenerate, but something isn't right. It never takes this long.
Approach with caution; a feral dog, even on its last legs, can still find strength to bite.]
[ooc: open for tagging, so even if you're not castmates or haven't met him before, feel free to say hi, point and laugh, or help the guy out. Just don't be surprised if he doesn't want it or would rather use his last breaths to be an asshole.]