( closed ) this is how we'll dance when they try to bring us down

[gungoddess]

WHO: Apollo & Ba'ast.
WHAT: Dealing with some of the new arrivals. Maybe a little messily.
WHERE: Somewhere around the Professional District idk.
WHEN: TODAY.

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[gungoddess]

Pain tolerance, girl, where the fuck was her pain tolerance -- still there, sure, but not enough to keep her from descending into a blur of anger, confusion and maybe, fear. The only thing in her mind was the basics.

Survive.

Not once did she stop struggling, possibly making it worse, she didn't know, wanting only to make it stop. The pain, the blood, her feathers flying everywhere, the sickeningly disgusting sound and feeling of losing a very part of her body. "LET GO -- FUCKING -- STOP STOP stop... !" Her hands were shaking. She tried to drown out the noise of crunching bone and ripping flesh. She couldn't focus.

Finally the creature's teeth were withdrawing -- though taking a part of her wing with it. But it was enough, and Apollo desperately crawled away, not being able to bring herself to stand right yet.

Breathing uneven, vision blurry with mostly involuntary tears from the pain, she cursed and bitched her lungs out, only paying enough attention to Ba'ast to know that she had used fire to make it finally disappear. Apollo let the woman near her mangled wing, but she didn't respond properly. "Fuck, fuck, Ba'ast, it fucking. It fucking ate my wing I can't, I can't even -- oh my god fucking ow..."