Moonspear with every broken bone, i swear i lived.

It felt like a decade had passed since Vela began the torture. When her sister finally stepped back and said done, Yami could only stare up at her with wide, watery eyes for a moment. It was as though she had forgotten what words like done and okay and I'm not going to rip your skin apart anymore meant. Like the fact that there could be an end to pain was too unbelievable to comprehend on even the most basic of levels.

Fortunately, that lasted about fifteen seconds before Yami's breath feel out of her in a woosh. She plopped her head down on her paws and shut her eyes, letting relief trickle through her veins. It still hurt love a mother, but it didn't hurt like a motherfucker anymore, so that was one hell of an improvement.

Yami's ears flattened with embarassment at the mention of their parents. Nervously, she tried to glance back at her rear to see if she could answer the question herself that she shortly uttered to Vela, "Can.. Can you tell I got hurt?" she asked, even as her eyes were fixed on her tattered skin and rumpled, blood-stained fur, "Do you think they'll notice?"

What a dumb ass.