Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20180114195821/@comment-26108027-20180117052748

Dannie looks up at Orion, trying to tell if he's joking or not. She takes a deep breath and unzips her sweatshirt, pulling it down to show that she's wearing nothing more than bandages underneath.

On her back is a mosaic of scars, ranging from cigarette burns to bites to scratches, both human and animal alike. On her lower back is a collection of brands, each in the shape of a different state. Texas, New Mexico, Florida... The brands are in varying states of healing, some appearing to be years old.

Her front is worse, somehow. Close to her abdomen is a long, thin scar that looks like it was surgically made, her throat looks like a constellation with hundreds of stars from injection points, and there are bite marks coating her chest.

Dannie shakily pulls her bandanna off, revealing a massive bite scar on the right side of her jaw. The claw marks on her face go all the way down to her left cheek.

Dannie's eyes fill with tears. She's never felt this... Exposed. Not in a long time.