feralarmageddons:

sugarcoatedtyriant:

She watches you with interest, eyes skimming over the wounds covering your body, and shakes her head in disapproval, not even bothering to follow when you try and run as it’s clear from the first stumbling step that you’re not going anywhere.

“O)(, dear,” is the only thing she says as she watches you collapse, and then she kneels down with her hair pooling around her and catches your chin with two fingers, pulling it up and looking at the dimming glow of your eyes.
“Poor little psyc)(ics~ You always t)(ink you’re so strong, and t)(en you turn out to be so weak~ Silly pets~” she coos, and strokes a thumb over your cheek, the sharp nail tracing the marking down from your eye. She cocks her head to the side as if listening, and the slowing thrum of your heartbeat doesn’t escape her, and she shakes her head again, lifting your chin up fully so that you’re facing her.
“No dying now, sweetling~ You’re far too pretty to die yet, )(ee)(ee~!”
With that she narrows her eyes and extends her powers, a sick strong rush of cotton candy pink, burrowing into blood and bones and cells and finding what is wrong, what is broken, life pouring in to repair the injuries, to replenish blood and skin and burn out the infections. The rush of Life is harsh, electric sensation on the edge of pain, but she merely smiles and watches your body slowly knit together.

He doesn’t bother struggling anymore, just staring at you with dull eyes. The edges of his vision are going dark, his breathing becoming labored and his hearts struggling. But nothing hurts anymore, it’s all just numb. He can’t hear your words or feel the sharp nail dragging down his cheek, everything fading away. Until your powers hit him like an electric shock. He gasps and thrashes and writhes, his claws sinking into the closest thing he can find and his now healed tails slamming against the ground. His jaws snap at the hand on his chin and he starts struggling to get away again, though he’s incredibly disorientated by the sudden rush of energy and life.

“O)( no, it bites~” she titters, pulling her fingers away from the snapping jaws, and moves a few steps back, not fluidly but in an unnaturally flickering motion that leaves her standing well out of reach, with the sticky snares of power still lashing from her hands and feeding life into damaged tissue.
“You s)(ould really not move, my dear~ Just let it )(appen~ I’ve )(eard you can get addicted to it quite easily, )(ee)(ee~!” She smiles a shark-toothed grin and ups the ante until her eyes are glowing opaque and lets bones set and feathers grow and skin knit together cleanly except for a few scarred places. “T)(ere, all better~ But pets wit)( a little flaw are always a bit more interesting t)(an w)(ole ones, don’t you find~?” The rush of power stops, leaving the air tasting electric, fizzing out before it can start to regrow your wing and instead merely healing over the flesh at what remains of the base of it.
“Now say t)(ank you, dearie~”